I don't know what's not real.

Limited capacity is a collection of six darkly amusing stories

about the mysterious ways we interact with the internet and with each other.

There's something going on with him. It's like an act.

I don't trust him.

What?

You're staring at me like I should say something, but I don't really know what to do here.

That's the whole name of the game.

Don't talk about how the town isn't real. You

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You are listening to Alone, a love story, and I'm Michelle Perizi.

Chapter 17 The Lonely

What Lonely feels like. Loneliness is every cliche imaginable. It's me a drift on an ocean, unmoored, nothing to be anchored to, no land for miles.

It's me standing at the bottom of a well, a canyon, a crater, with nothing but

vulture circling overhead, waiting for me to just give up and die already.

It's me waiting, but I don't even know what I'm waiting for.

It's me, except my humor, warmth, and self-esteem have been siphoned out, replaced by a

wispy, petulant yearning that everyone can spot from a distance and smell up close. Loneliness seeps out of my pores.

It floats around me like a cloud, no matter how I try to be normal,

to be nonchalant, to be a person that's okay with being alone.

Lonely is a parasite that invaded my body and now I'm host to it. I serve it hors d'oeuvres in Champagne.

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