I crave anonymity

 There is nothing to be gained from familiarity with human beings. I got married some time ago and I spend most of marriage sleeping on my own. A decade of sleeping in your own room is a long time to spend on your own when there is nothing wrong. I know something is wrong. I know I'm having the wool pulled over my eyes and frankly I'm just tired.


I have spent too much time and energy trying to prove I also deserve it but it's my frustration that is the apparent cause. My frustration of being ignored, of being sacrificed. I try very hard every day to just not pay attention because the thought of it makes my blood boil. Even now, I am struggling to write this. I wish I had less stupidity. 

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