All alone.

I guess as I grow older, the more I feel compromised as an individual. I compromise more of my self in the hope that it will serve as a lubricant for social interactions and as I continue this behaviour, I find that it becomes much easier and much more comfortable to isolate myself from when there are groups of people around.

It gets easier, as the number of people whom I do not particularly care for increases.

It is depressing, because I would prefer to be alone with people whom I care for. These people are welcome in my personal space, but things get dicey when there are other people about; I do not like to mix the two.

It is so damn hard to work up and sustain a genuine interest in people. They are all weird and slightly difficult to understand. I would like more people in my personal space. But,



I keep thinking about getting hit by a car. Or falling off a building. It would be nice to be able to feel so strongly, and have that as your last memory.

Issues, man. I wish I could talk about them to somebody. But,