other than everything, i'm fine

having tried for far too long to live with other people, i realised there's no point. it's awful to have to admit the truth, but in a way it's a relief. hell really is other people. so, short of becoming a serial killer, and that would just be too much effort, and would get dull in the end- I'm going to become an anchorite, a hermit, a recluse. not entirely, just in any meaningful way. the world, such as it is, such is my inability and impotence when it comes to effecting anything other than affectation, can go suck its own bumhole. it probably already does. and what difference will this grand gesture of non-involvement make? what will this admission of defeat accomplish? aside from having nobody else to moan at or clean up after, probably not a lot. i'd give it a week, and i'll be accosting complete strangers just to get some kind of feedback. not that this is a serious proposition. that would involve being serious. please.