To be honest, I feel tired today, and have been since this week or so started. Maybe because of the work I've been told to do, or perhaps it was the late nights spent writing in a story until twelve. I feel tired, and I don't actually feel like physically writing. I sort of just want to watch someone, or speak to someone. Maybe just hang out. Have a nice conversation with someone I barely know in real life. It's always nice to get to know new people. I guess at this point I'm just saying useless things because I have no one to say it to besides myself. Not a totally bad thing, but not so fun to do once you realize and go back with it. This almost seems like a diary entry of some sort. I wish I would get a reply, or something of the nature, but that would be just as wierd as asking for one wouldn't it? Talking about oops, the throwing of them and the like, I just need one for people who want to talk. Maybe I am ranting again, oh well. I'll work and work, and wait and wait, until I find the right kind of new person, and the right kind of nice life, and keep going from there.
