I think my loneliness serves me as this drive for all these useless nocturnal activities.It's not that I'm calling out for anyone.I think my only problem in life is that I lack the proper contacts that would cheer me up when I feel like shoving my head into the oven.I know at times I played myself to be this misunderstood introvert, but introverts too need a little conversation running between them and other strangers.otherwise the monologues might take it's toll on them and they too become sick of themselves.I know I am.
I think I'm running out of sense.If that even make sense to begin with.I hate when people leave me.But I understand the pain of not having them in the first place.
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