February 2012
That moment when you finish a book, look around, and realize that everyone is just carrying on with their lives as though you didn’t just experience emotional trauma at the hands of a paperback.
Turns out I don’t start work till 6 -.-
I don’t even know how to put this into words. I guess I feel unwelcome and that I have no one. Between working two jobs I don’t have much time to see people but I get the feeling everyone’s forgotten about me anyways so I guess it doesn’t matter.
Normal people: Let's go to the concert at 5:00 PM so we're there in time for doors. Who cares about where we stand in the crowd!
Me and my friends: If we get there at 4:00 AM we can be the first people in line even though we have to wait 14 hours until doors open to get let in but at least we can be front row.
