People are strange
When you're a stranger
Faces look ugly
When you're alone


I don't know how people work. What do I say to make good impressions? What do I do to form meaningful connections? Why does even the smallest of affections feel so massive, and the largest so small?

I have friends, I think, but the whole relationship falls on my shoulders. I can't actually do anything with them other than chat, and they never wanna talk to me aside from a stupid one off joke or showing off their work. I have no real love for anyone, and no love from anyone. No... Care.

... I kept one friend from offing himself the other day. Why do I still feel like I should kill myself when I know it's not gonna do anything? Why do I still feel like things would be better if I just didn't live? I know it's not true. I know there's a light at the end of the tunnel, but it feels like I'm gonna collapse before I get there.

I don't know. Feels empty.

On a side note: have this picture of a lizard.