I feel all happy inside. But now I'm depressed, because he's probably already forgotten about me.
What's the point in talking to people?
I just realized - I can't remember any specifics to any conversation I've had with anyone.
Socializing is so pointless. Damn it.
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Anyways, I've found that nothing compares to talking to yourself. I'm the only person I trust 100% unconditionally, I know what I want, I never get bored of myself, I don't judge myself, and I can share anything I want with myself at anytime without consequence. Solitude is a great thing.
I always used to write into the paper and then all of a sudden they started printing my shit and I was like waht.
I like your avatar. I spent hours as a kid playing and beating that game
Anyway, I've had Sam from iCarly respond directly to my post on her blog, and I'm related to one of the guys from Sleepy Hollow (if anyone knows who that is yet)