The cold, dark box around me blocks out the chaos of the harried world outside. It is blank and featureless, but i retreat gratefully into its solace. I have no need to partake of the insanity that takes place out there. My box is a lonely place, but it is safe in here. Loneliness is an old friend, and is kinder to me by far than Pressure, Stress, and Insecurity have ever been. Insecurity still seems to hang around a lot, though. I can't seem to shake it for long.
I do not pine for high society, for glory or excitement. I do not desire vast riches or exotic places. I simply want to do good and not screw anything up.
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