I slept in really late this morning, and the first thing that happened when I woke up was one of my friends barged into my room and wanted to visit. It's nice that you feel like hanging out, but right now is not a good time. Anyway we hung out for a bit, and spent a lot of time sitting around doing nothing, and I started to realize that I am virtually incapable of making small talk. He takes a nap, and I go off back to my room and check a few things on the computer. No new messages on DeviantArt. Lame. Nothing new or interesting on my other sites. Lame. I get bored after a while, not to mention I'm feeling hungry, so I go back upstairs to see if my friend's up from his nap. He's up, and another friend, the son of my landlady, walks in. He socializes with my friend for a while, and I just can't get on their wavelength. The two have been friends longer than I've been friends with either of them, but still. I try to enter the conversation a few times, but it seems like everything I have to say is some random fact that they have no interest in, or some complaint about something that they brush off because they don't want their buzz to be killed. My landlady walks in and I'm a bit relieved since she's a bit easier to talk to, but it's still a tense situation where I can't get on my friend's frequency, and I end up feeling really agitated, but I don't want to say anything about it. In the meantime, my landlady has started making dinner, which is great since I've been starving all day, but it takes a long time for the food to cook. While I'm waiting for the food, I hear that my landlady's husband is coming home, which makes me even more tense since I don't really get along with him. Like we don't fight or anything, but I get this impression that he thinks I'm lazy and that he doesn't like having me around. He comes home, we eat dinner, then my landlady's son feeds the dogs, which is kind of a tricky task since you have to seperate them to keep them from eating each other's food. At the same time, he tries to do the dishes, and absentmindedly, I went into the kitchen where one of the dogs was eating to drop off a dish, opened the gate, and one of the other dogs storms in and tries to steal the other's food. I get given s**t for doing this, then I just storm off downstairs back to my room.
I don't even know why I try to keep friends or socialize anymore. I suck so much at it, that I should just f*****g give up. I go crazy when i'm alone all the time, but I also go crazy when I'm around the same people all the time. I hate myself, I hate my friends, I hate my family, I hate everyone. I also hate people who don't use the word "hate". I'm pissed off at everybody and everything, and I'm depressed too. I can't f*****g connect with or understand other people. Ironically, I want someone to ask me what's wrong, just so that I can b***h and complain at them. I want someone to listen. People aren't good at listening. I want to put my fist through a wall and f*****g break it and f*****g scar up my hand. I feel too weak to punch things though, and I sure as hell don't want to actually do it for fear that I may get kicked out or scrutinized further or something. I can barely even type properly right now. I'm amazed that I've managed to type all this s**t out.
How do you connect with people? What kind of drugs would I have to take to connect with people and feel happy and normal and like popular things and not be such a f*****g mope? I want to beat me out of me.