How are you, Will? It’s a question that I get asked a lot, and honestly, I don’t think I ever have a straight answer to it. What would I even say, I’m doing shitty? My life is falling apart? I don’t think I’ll ever find love in this world and that I’m doomed to third-wheel for the rest of my life?
All true, or at least they are in my mind. But what’s the difference, really? It happens, especially this time of year, I usually have bouts of where I just feel extremely lonely, yes, even more so than usual. I’ll get through, I always do, just with a few more tears shed than I normally do. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some crying to do while I listen to sad songs and reminisce on my failed chances.