deathtoforls

At what point does becoming anti-social become terribly unhealthy? Is it when you feel deeply discordant with all life forms, or just when you cease to leave the house? Lately I live on Limewire and SG...I would like to go out, but why bother, I'll just get myself into trouble most likely. That, and I feel absolutely no connection with anyone at all. Of course the whole no money no job thing is equally damaging to the social life. Applied for a job with the census today...have to go take some dumbass test on Monday to prove I am not autistic. Should be a blast.

I wonder what my dear friend in Houston is doing. I don't like all these fuckin feelings. They were never supposed to be, and yet somehow here they are. Am I fooling myself into feeling something because I feel an affinity for this individual? I hate the confusion yet thrive on it. Sickening.

What the fuck are we anyway? I don't pretend to know...maybe I don't want to know. Fuck...I need to get the hell outta my own head for a bit.

Feelin the SG love like a mofogator this evening, which is lovely, but no substitute for actual human interaction. I feel like a cat chasing a string that is perpetually out of reach. Hmm...hmm...yeah.

I gotta get the fuck outta here. I just need to go, so I'm going. And if those bitches used up all the gas in my car, I may have to shoot someone, or just walk a very long distance.