Haunted by a ghost

Or a ghoul—an envious bitter damaged baby. I do not respect her. I hope things go poorly for her.

Now I have a roommate. Awkward. Not worth the trouble sone days. I don't want to live like this. I don't want to be with others. I don't want the responsibility of love or romance. I don't even really want friendship.

Whoever invented this human situation is no friend of mine. Darwin explained why. If I hypothesize a god, that being is even more parsimonious and damaged than my ex-wife. I respect no god. Beauty is as beauty does. Both are ugly and barren.

I want my cat. Where is he? Where is my tentative friend?

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