Have a life to live for

I felt sad today. Reviewing all the "friends" I have in my life. Asking myself, what if right now, at this very moment, I needed to call someone. Who would I call? I scroll through my phone book and the only 5 people who would care, are all, at least 500000 miles away. I get more sad and everything is super sized and exaggerated and blown way out of proportion and for one second I tell myself that I, that am alone in this world. I guess we all are. At the climatic moment of my unhappiness, I then take one more second and think about self inflicted pre-mature death but erased the idea as soon as I got the last letter down on paper. I have a lot to live for. Who will use the sink that which I use to clean my miso soup bowl? Who will attempt to finish all the food in the world? Me me me.

I'm not sure what I am writing or thinking. I believe this is what they call ranting.

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