I have all the free time in the world and nothing to do with it. I have all of the allotted, used, necessary time in the world and want nothing to do with it. I feel like the fucking Omega Man.
The only way I meet people is through quiet observation of them. It fails half the time. I don't have the patience for that shit anymore. Anytime anyone says anything I just want to turn around and yell "no one gives a shit." I feel like the world is focused on me to do something significant and if I make the slightest mistake everyone will stop what they're doing and chastise me for it. And so I don't do anything, because I want to be different, because I don't want to be different. And everyone else in the world shares the same sentiment.
It's frustrating.
When I get kicked out of school, I'll shrug it off. When my parents die, I'll lament "oh, that's too bad." When I lose my best friends, I'll chalk it up to what was meant to be. I'm continually betrayed by irony, fate, and myself.
The second worst part is, I planned this entire entry on my way back from Art History class, including this.
The worst part is, I forgot most of it as I sat down to my computer.
Something is very seriously wrong with me.