i'm so odd that honestly, sometimes i just can't be around people.
i'm too different and i don't fit in and it's just a bother!
i'm perfect happy and content on my own, with my laptop and some books and my dog.
i only go out in public when i can't write any more. people irk me, but they inspire me.
i dislike them, yet they intrique me.

the thing about my """friends""" is that they aren't really friends at all. they don't know me and they don't understand me and they don't particularly care to, or they would. i'm not that hard to figure out. i'm an open book, actually. it's just that no one is interested in reading me.