i can't tell if i'm getting more bitter or if life's getting weirder as time passes by. I've spent the better part of the last 4-5 months in solitude. Friend's were fake and it seems like the only people that i attract want something from me. I want friends that like me for my personality and shared interests, not people that just want something from me. I feel like a balloon drifting along in a room with knive walls with a breeze.
to keep from getting depressed i've been reading, and continue to try and better myself, but by now it's almost like what's the point? Job hunting isn't anything to help raise your self worth; continually you feel useless from rejection. do i have something tattooed on my forehead saying bad goods? i might as well. rejection from everything.
been studying hard, doing the school thing. something needs to give.