Yep. I wrote a blog about not being able to meet people to talk to… I meet up with this girl who’s going home on Monday.. and as already freaked her out somehow. I am now officially lying about my past, and why I’m here, because people cant handle the reality that is me I think.. this is why I don’t meet people.
Henry David Thoreau is right about nothing really mattering, because we’re all alone anyways.
