5:59 p.m., December 31, 2008
New Year's Eve
Last New Year's Eve I was sitting on the couch, staring at my parents snore while the clock struck 12 a.m. DEPRESSING. VERY DEPRESSING. The house was quiet as fuck and the only thing I could hear was the quiet roar of the "Times Square Countdown with Ryan Seacrest." I looked around and started crying. YES, I WAS CRYING. Why?
Because this social life I claim is not fulfilling. There are not a lot of things that don't fulfill me right now. Yeah, just going out with people who share the same likes as me is an option but I find myself being the only person I know who is trustworthy. And that doesn't mean I'm not trying to do anything about it. UGH!! I need a car and a license, but then where would I be? Out by myself...... a young lady, out by herself at night in the big city... terrible things are bound to happen.
Please don't say "Make New Friends". That shit never works.
6:15 p.m.
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