I hate everything right now. I feel destined to be alone for the rest of my life. Either that or be surrounded by a steady supply of somewhat funny, but not too smart men who can entertain me. I HATE EVERYTHING! I'm currently watching Dave Chappelle and not even his comedy can lift my mood. Why is it so difficult? Is it me? Am I the crazy one? Am I expecting too much from people? BLAAAA!
My recent decision to stop smoking, and start working out is proving harder than first anticipated. So far I've been to the gym twice, and completely stopped buying cigarettes. Well, I like JUST stopped buying them. I think I've purchased 3 packs since I started. But because I've been so depressed about being lonely for the rest of my life I keep eating terrible things. And if I'm gonna eat terrible things I might as well smoke terrible things, so now I also have to go on a diet. I'm not exactly sure what my goals are here, so theres no real way of measuring success, and therefore no chance of failure. That makes me happy. Well...that's a lie, it just doesnt add to my pit of dispare.
So, to sum things up: I hate happy couples/people, and not-eating is my new friend.