I was drifting apart from my friends, and now it's like they don't even care.
I have a new friend. Note the singular, who I talk to, like, a lot.
There's a monkey dressed in blue that doesn't really like me back.
There's a stalker who tried to kiss me.
I really don't want to end up an overweight widow, living with my parents when I'm fifty, and generally being a nuisance. Because all data shows that I'm heading that way.
I know i sound emo, but I'm weak enough to not be able to kill myself, so yay me. :/
This seriously isn't happening. AGH.
