August 19, 2014
I know the world doesn’t revolve around me, but I just feel so empty whenever I’m alone. I tend to think plenty of thoughts and it’s killing me.
I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.
From 18 to 22 you meet a lot of temporary people.
I hate people generally, but I like people individually.
I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
The end credits of Game of Thrones are on a black background specifically so you can see the look of horror on your face reflected in your computer screen.