Setting myself up for the fall. That is the state of things. Facing off against the world, all of them on one side of the divide and then there I am. Here. Alone despite the meniscus of friendship and care that I have magnified into something that it is not.
Do not trust anyone, because at the end of it there is no such thing as unconditional love. It all comes with strings, flapping like laces in a reedy wind. I stumble and right myself and stumble yet again. But at the end of this I will be standing here. Me against the world, As luck would have it, I am someone that I know I can rely upon.