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I am perpetually, subconsciously in the mood where I want to punch someone or be constantly smoking weed to keep myself from not freaking the fuck out. I hate when people think they know way more about me than they really do. I really want to go home this weekend. I also really fucking don't want to go home this weekend. I wish I couldn't read people's facial expressions like a short story (I'd say book, but I'm not a fuckin' savant). I can see your judgements. I need more friends who don't give a fuck what I'm doing, but care enough to listen indifferently. I can't handle this juvenile shit. I need to move far far away. Seriously. Just leave. I genuninly regret not going to college in New Zealand. It would've been cheaper and I would be by myself where I don't have to deal with not being satisfied with every person I know. Jesus. I need to live with my brother. He's my best friend and we're basically the same. We could just be. I could stop being irritated, at some point in the friendship, with every person I talk to. Next year: I'm going to get a room by myself. I'm going to be in there all the time. High all week. Drunk all weekend. College hasn't changed my perspective. It's intensified my previous thoughts. Shit happens. This particular shit needs to stop. Not going to reread this. There's a mid-term paper I need to be writing. Fuck the library. I'm going to finish this paper outside. :)

I should stop saying things in hope that I'm going to get the response that I want. I seriously need to accept the fact that I'm never going to be satisfied. And there's nothing I can do about it. That way maybe I'll stop saying certain things. Because one thing that irritates me the most is when I say something in hopes that the sentiment will be reciprocated, and it's ignored completely. I can't exactly bring it up again can I because then things will get awkward from the other person's perspective. People wonder why I don't talk much. It's shit like this. Seriously. What's the point? I'm seriously considering getting a blog so that I can let out the specifics of this nonsense. Because it's not like anyone wants to hear it anyway. I mean. I don't want to, so why would other people? They don't. I need to be back to the place where I can steal shit from people's medicine cabinets. I need to start having more fun.