psmith

I hate weekends. SItting in my apartment alone every night of the week isn't so bad, but on the weekends in becomes painful. I wish i wasn't a miserable sack of shit who is incapable of social interaction. I wish books were still sufficient as a substitute for a life and friends. I guess i should start taking anti depressants. Or Kill myself. I have these strange urges to injure myself, as if part of me wants to kill the other half for ruining my life.