And when I say that I mean. Life. I’t so dull. I can’t understand why it’s so dull. Feels like I don’t have a purpose at all. And that is my own fault. Like I wrote in the first post. I. Must. Do. Something. I’m going insane. But. The thing is. It always seems like my “friends” don’t really care what I (we?) do. I mean. We. NEVER. Do anything. Or. More correctly. They don’t want me around? (And that sounds “emo”!). So. I have. More. Or less. Decided. To not have “friends”. I’ll just have them around. I can’t seem to coexist with other people. It may seem so. But really. I doesn’t work. I think I’ll just stay in my room. Or do whatever I want to do. Myself. I am. Obviously. Better off alone.
I should really. Stop. With the depressing texts here too. GOD. Save the queen!? No. I’m gonna quit now. Before I kill someone with my booringness. Bye bye.
