I really don’t want to be here anymore. I really really really really don’t.
I ordered a soft toy online, maybe she’ll keep me occupied for a while. I don’t want to live. I don’t like life. As for going out, well I don’t really like that. Don’t agree with the restrictions. I don’t like people, I don’t like them with their judgmental looks. I prefer to stay inside when I can so I don’t need to feel any certain way. I’m also in a rental so that makes me feel even worse. I don’t like where this world is going. Well I can’t really write about that.
I haven’t showered in days, my head is full of dandruff, I’ve spent alot of time in bed, I should focus on study but I can’t be bothered, I couldn’t find 2 others for this role play assignment so I’ll probably end up failing the course. I thought I had 2 people for last Friday but they never got back to me.
I’m really not made for this life, anyway. I want to go before everything gets far worse. I’m just here for my mum… well my mum is probably the only person I like.
I don’t really want to be liked, anyway. I don’t really want friends. I’m not even trying though. There’s nobody I could be 100% myself with anyway, so what’s the point? Everyone’s offended by everything these days anyway. So… it’s better to never talk (where possible)!