I feel a little Seto-ish. Departed and detached from everyone and everything. Nobody matters to me. I just realized how sad that is. My mom always chides me about the things I wear but I never listen because I personally don't care if they stare at my ass or not. If it's comfortable and I like it, that's all that matters. I dunno. Maybe I'm fake. This one quiz I took said I was fake. Maybe I should become a nun or something. Then I would be close to God and would have no excuses to be bad all the time like I am. And nobody could tell me I was fake because I would stay locked inside a room praying all day. Don't worry about me. I always get this way before stressful conditions. It's how I survive. Survival of the fittest. And I will not let myself die out.