He looked into the mirror. It was there, right before him, as crystal clear as the obnoxious oxymoronic freaks around him. He saw his future. Confused was he. Couldn’t figure out which timeline he belonged to. The alternate time-stream slowly crept into the normal laid down time-stream, its branches slowly intersecting and blocking the latter. Only if he had someone to give him the security he needed, a compassionate soul, a satisfying being, a pleasant being of character that which eventually light his spirits, elevating it to new extremes beyond comprehension.
NB: as you have noticed earlier, this post is utterly meaningless as long as you are too desp for anything. It’s just for the mere satisfaction of the mind of a lower being, who is trying to find his future by reflecting to his past. I know it’s sad shit, that’s the whole point. Letting the garbage out on its own won’t help, therefore, I’m taking the courtesy.