I couldn't go to open museum night because of a thunderstorm. I'm stuck here listening in spite of me my cuntie neighbors, good for you if you can socialize with morons like you. Nearly less anxious about moving. I hope there no one will be heard this easily. I can't believe I've been living here for so long. People stink. Try to connect with one hundred to find one that have low hypocrisy or basic prejudices. I don't know what I'm doing here. In that place, on that planet. I saw you today. Why? I guess I'll have no more answer to that question than to all the others. I'm tired, frustrated and angry, and don't want to see people, generally speaking. And those I would, talking about something else than the most stupid life on this planet, they're busy being alone. And I can relate. I definitely might invest in a punching bag.
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"Ever since I was a child, I’ve never allowed myself to get too close to people. I’ve avoided emotional attachment. Perhaps I’ve been so afraid of death and dying that any connection just seemed like a bad thing, something that wouldn’t last." Dana Scully - Christmas Carol.