11/21/2021

Being called to pick up your drunk roommates at 2 am is never a great feeling, especially when you're supposed to pick up the very people that “don't even like you very much”. I wonder why it is that I seem to become more attached to the people around me than they do to me. I guess I sort of speculate that I am too nice and caring to people that don’t even deserve a second thought. I’m the type of person that listens to sad music at all times, reads books to numb the unsettling feeling that I’m gonna feel this way forever; that I’m gonna be the side character all my boring, insignificant life.

I prefer being alone but not lonely; I can’t take the loneliness that comes along with being alone. I thought I would move away to college and be this different, amazingly outgoing person but I can only keep up some false persona for so long before everything falls apart which is now in full effect, (the falling apart that is). Why do the nice and good people in this world always get the short end of the stick? 

Adele's music makes me believe in the good of society for once.