The culture and what it does to people.

Because of that I've just isolated myself from everyone in that junk ridden heap except a few whom I knew I could count on to be different, to be brave strong good and free. Who I could trust.

I was wrong to do that I guess.

I shouldn't have trusted them at all.

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An exaggeration no doubt, I've just grabbed too tightly to people who didn't need it.

And turned my back as the good people drifted away.

Sigh.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.