To be honest, I'm just really fed up with people in general right now.
They don't understand personal space, time or place. By place, I mean solo time. Sometimes I just want to listen to music and sometimes I just really want to talk. I never really thought of myself of either an introvert or an extrovert, but I think now I can say I am somewhere in the middle. A moderate of sorts.
I'm somewhat pissed off at Michael right now. Why? Because he honestly be such a shithead and he doesn't know when to stop. God forbid I can't do something, that means I just hate everyone and everything. I snapped at him today, only slightly. I felt bad after I did it, but that was only about a percent of everything I have been bottling up.
I feel like I have no one to turn to, but I know I don't need them for a venting purpose. (In retrospect, I probably do, but at this point in time, I'd rather be in denial and pretend that I don't). Other people just don't have the time of day for me and I totally understand. I'd rather not burden you anyway.
I text some people, get a lackluster response. I understand; people are busy and you can't always be their number one priority.
Socially, I am not worried. I know if I wanted to, I could make friends. Life in general I'm just worried about. I'm worried that I won't be able to do the things I want to, branch out, things like that.
I just feel like my best friend doesn't even know who I am.
Does he know I love the city? Does he know that I want to go out and have fun? Does he even know my favourite song?
It's dumb, but it's things like that.
(Internally, I feel like I have a very wild partier, but given my group of friends, not a diss or anything, partying is out of the question).
I'm a hunk of flesh to people and I only have less of a year less with these bums.
Don't think you're going to be "stealing" my friends, Michael. You can meet them, but it's time we've all grown up from middle school.
