Sorry for that rambling undirected post from earlier today. Now I'm less distracted, if less organized than before. So I'm sick of talking about loneliness. Loneliness is a waste of time, and as long as I'm around people, I can usually let myself pretend that they're talking to me. Alone at night in my apartment, my mind is free to wander to all those pessimistic thoughts that permeate at existence. I just feel so alone and the more I live the more I realize that I will probably be alone for the rest of my life. It's true that I may be self centered, and it's also true that I sabotage all the happiness that I may have in life. I'm working on that slowly, but I'm sure happiness and the end to eternal loneliness will soon come.