I'm not seeking pity; I don't need it.

I have come to see I have no friends.

Yes I do know a lot of people, but as it is Saturday night I am at home for no where else to go.

There isn't any one I could think I would be able to call. I can not think of any one I know that could invent an idea that would convince me to leave my dank little shit hole I allow my self to live in.

I could waste my evening pretending I don't know why. I do.

Life as it has been, taught me more likely to find happiness alone then to depend on it from others.

Stupid life lessons learned from a small group of fools.



I'm older now and learn my lessons the hard way. I know I can't live like this alone. I just don't see any other way.

I'm sure I have some nice qualities, but they are few. I am sure I've come across a few people whom would have like to be concerned my friend. It is those people I run farthest from.

So I have no friends. I'll still get through this. Isn't this what life has given me?

Some how this doesn't seem right and I'm not happy thinking I should try to accept this as how life is.

Raised by fools, foolish enough to think I could be more.



Random.