I thought about calling someone today, but there's no one I actually want to talk to. The extent of my desire to be sociable appears to go no farther than chatting people up on AIM. I'm very much considering not seeing anyone until Saturday. I'm sure some of this stems from the general malaise I've been experiencing lately, assisted by the piss-poor time I had hanging out with my so-called mates yesterday. I was nothing but annoyed the entire evening. I was annoyed I'd lost my jacket, annoyed I let myself be cold desptie that, annoyed that I was hideously bored because they're hideously boring. The more I hang around Jean, the less I feel we have to say to each other. I know I effectively have nothing to say to Nick, which is why we generally only interact with other people along. Then again, what do I have to say to anyone? Not much. I don't have a job to bitch about, I don't have money to spend things on, and I don't have a car to go out and experience new things with. I don't think I even qualify as a person anymore.

Bah...nevermind. I can't write with all this fucking yelling going on. I hate these people. I want them dead. I want out. I cannot believe people are this stupid. I can't fucking take this...