I wish I had something fun to humor you about or maybe a good story to tell, but I don't. Infact, I don't really do anything these days. I guess you could say I'm lacking friends or that I'm pushing myself away. I don't know. I just want to fucking be okay. Every day is the same story, no phone calls, no friendships, no lovers, I just sit in my room and write. They say isolation leads to isanity and I really do not want to be on the train to crazyness. All I want to do is feel something. I went to a movie the other day, and I can't enjoy myself. I think it is impossible. I worry so much about nothing and then make myself sick thinking.