And then there was one.....

At some moment in my life, the time came when I realized that I'm alone, it's just me. Not alone like an orphan or not married or live by myself but alone in my belief, my views, my goals. Alone like I can't really tell anyone the crazy thoughts or tormented feelings of emptiness in my soul. No, it's just me and the weird, incoherent trains of thought racing uncontrollably through my mind, I can hardly hear them much less understand, how can you tell anyone else what's going on? I always, always seem to feel more,  be more offended, know more about the other side than anyone else. I take nothing at face value and am convinced that whatever words, however dripping with sincerity, have some other meaning, must have some dark hidden meaning that must be figured out, I am alone in my crazy alone in my delusional thinking that nothing is to be taken at face value.