Is it any wonder why I keep to myself?

Sometimes, going out of my way to be with people is such a struggle, a challenge. Sometimes the perceived reward is outweighed by the hassle. Sometimes I think that I’m not worth the trouble. I certainly haven’t been any fun these past months.

Bah. I gotta stop stroking the wounded animal of my psyche. Who’s going to want to hang out with someone who’s a member of the Pity party? Nobody, that’s who.

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Seconds turn into minutes.

Minutes turn into hours.

Hours turn into days.

Days turn into weeks.

Weeks turn into months.

Months turn into years.

Years go by with barely a blink. Time flies even when you’re NOT having fun. Every day is a blur. One day bleeds into the next. Most days, the day of the week on my birth control pill pack is the only way I can know what day it is. Oh, it’s Friday? Cool.

I wonder what day it’ll be tomorrow.