Occasionally I get tired and want to be alone, then spend my alone time mentally sharing. (This is that.)
So I tell myself, just be with people live until you die. What’s the difference? You hold out hope that someone will notice you from afar, probably after you die? Well so what if they do? You won’t be with them to enjoy the sensation. That leaves what you stand for. That some cultural part of yourself, even a consciousness, might flame up in them. You simply wish them well. Even to suffer as you suffered, that they might look around and help. Join your struggle.
Your struggle. You got so tired and needed to be alone.