It's cold.
I do hate being alone.
If I ever met an interesting yet emotionally stable woman I would buy her dinner on the spot. No lies.
Break is dull.
Work.
Sleep.
Eat.
Work out.
Christmas is tomorrow.
It's a sad kind of night though.
I should work on the game, but tonight it's simply too much effort to move.
I'm almost 20 years old, and I still don't know how to be a person. Yay! I'm so very good at being a human. I either want to sleep with, bite to death, shoot, maim, trample or run away from every person I've ever met. It doesn't work well for one's sanity.
Then again, neither does a perfect circle, but I still indulge in that.
I'm not good at this,
Angel
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