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[February 7th, 2010; 10:53 am] |
I hate being around people more and more every day. I don't like going to parties and having all this physical contact with a lot of strangers, I don't like having to make conversation with a bunch of convalescent-minded drunks, I don't like guys hitting on me or girls trying to impress me, I don't like people bumming my smokes or spliffs -- yesterday I put on makeup and got ready to go out because there were a million big parties going on and I haven't gone out to a party in three weeks or so (and even so it was just a party at our house so I didn't really have to leave), and I ended up just getting high and staying home. I hate the idea of being around so many people in some mundane social tradition. I have my friends, and I'm more than happy with them. Sometimes I feel as though I might be getting too comfortable.
I feel like sooner or later, I'm going to have to venture out and talk to people. But I hate socializing so much, and I don't like the person I am when I'm drunk.
And fuck the fact that being introverted is frowned upon in society. Why does everyone think I have some huge issue just because I don't want to be around mass groups of people? I live with 7 other people, I'm always around my closest friends at nearly every hour of the day. I'm not trying to impress anyone. |
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[February 2nd, 2010; 12:23 am] |
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I just realized I look like a mad stoner all the time now. I feel like the crazy cat lady except I'm having way too much fucking fun. I don't remember being this happy, ever. School still sucks, though. |
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| shrooms |
[January 16th, 2010; 10:14 am] |
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I found my other half yesterday. |
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