I'm boooored. I'm lonely. I want weed. I want my identity back. I miss my friends. I'm gonna go crazy and it's sad how quickly all my friends abandon me. I try to throw myself into work, but it isn't working. I work 6 days a week for money, but what's the point of money if there's nothing to do with it? And the worst part about all of this is that I brought it all on myself. It's nobody's problem except my own. I would rather be used than rejected.