Devil or Deep Blue Sea

I'm growing increasingly unsure of which is worse - mounting frustration from the chemical-induced eccentrics or the prospect of a future of solitude.

Perhaps sometimes, solitude could appear to be a better choice. It possesses no baggage, no external source of heart wrenching, gut twisting fervor nor the need to consider of others.

Screw the need to choose. Why can't the cake come in the perfect combination of a heavenly savor and low fat qualities?

Annoyed. Fucking annoyed.