Sometimes You Feel Like A Nut, Sometimes You Don't.

I don't really like anyone lately. People disappoint me far too regularly and I don't mean that in the wallowing self - pity, woah-is-me, kind of way. I've just stopped romantisicing people and believing and expecting more.
It's human nature to expect more than we ever deserve but lately I'm noticing we deserve nothing and we also usually never get anything.
We take.
We steal.
And we beg.
But we rarely give.

And you can't bubble wrap yourself away from it all - you'll end up popping or deflating yourself. Bite of your nose to spite your face, or some bullshit, yeah?

I can't really take anymore disappointment. I really only care about how I feel right now, so I am really sorry but I've decided that anything involving other people is just a chore for me right now. Checking my phone grates my existence.

I'm staying in. My own company is pretty fucking sweet anyway. My own company and this girl I know, Mary Jane. We get along so well.