Spooky month? What's scarier than knowing that you'll die alone? That people will only notice your death when your corpse begins to release its miasma, bothering the neighbours? That you will never feel the warmth of a person who loves you for what you are? That no one will invest their time and feelings on you the same way you would for them? That you feel hopeless and abandoned despite telling others you've already come to terms with your loneliness? That you can't even witness or watch depictions of romance without feeling empty inside?
Haha what a funny thought. Can't be me haha