Today Paul and Gabe showed up at my door banging away demanding to be let in so we could do something. I made them go away. I made them go away because I was in a filthy shirt that was full of sweat and because I hate being imposed upon and invaded without fornotice via telephone.
I made them go away because I didn't want to see them. I DID NOT WANT TO SEE THEM.
What kind of lonely person doesn't want to see people? I didn't want to see them because they are boring and inane when combined and because Paul has made me very angry recently.
I don't really want to see anyone right now. I like being alone.
Alone is good
Why did I make them go away? No wonder I have no friends.
The sick thing is that I'm glad they left. They were a burdan.
I'm so fucking schizo.