trahern

I suspect I have a mild case of... hm. I've forgotten the term. It's a psychological thing, where you enjoy being miserable. It's a confusing concept for me. I usually think I never do the things that would make me happy because I'm too damn lazy, or don't like to use the 'phone, or get things done that would really improve my... quality of life, I suppose.

I've owned this house solo for ten years now, and I still haven't fixed it up. I never cook a proper meal for myself. I keep thinking I might start dating again, but never do. On a related note, I keep thinking I might go out on a particular night, and never do. And when I do go out, I do nothing new.

Frel. I'm rhyming, accidentally. This must be what being emo feels like. I must need some sort of spiritual smack upside the head.