Although it made me lethargic somewhat at least i can't feel angry now.

I walked past him today when I got back, he was obviously waiting for me. He didn't say anything. Apparently my tendency to choke and fail to say what I have to say at times of crucial importance was inherited.

Victory.

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I've made a proper friend.

Or a few.

Maybe I should expand my horrific circle of trust. Though then again the question comes, does everyone have to handle my shit?

Then again, if I don't burden more people, the people within my circle of trust will have to endure.

More of me.

Which can be, a bad thing.

Still.

They like me now.

But.

They don't see what's inside.

You know what? I won't do anything. I'll just leave things the way they are, it's not like its turning out badly, in fact I think this is rather interesting.

Maybe I can have normal friends I can actually depend on without making them feel like strangling me once in awhile.

Hmmmm.

that wasn't phrased as bestly as it I wished it would, but I'm too lazy.

(;

To a happy new year.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.