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Why am I always the person that initiates the conversations, that attempts to keep in contact, I’m tired of it. Most of the time it’s pointless anyway.

People say they want to keep in touch, they don’t. They just want to feel wanted, after you help them with that, your purpose is served and they just walk away.

Oh well. It reminds me that I’m better off without people.

Is it really so strange for me to not be one of those people interested in being single, mindless hookups/one night stands just don’t appeal to me.

I much prefer the thought of a relationship, something stable, of actually knowing someone else. however, whenever people hear that they tend to look at me like I’m an alien.

I guess it doesn’t matter, because I don’t have one night stands, nor do I have relationships. Oh well.

I’ll make that transition from caring too much, to not caring at all. It’s happening, I can feel it.

The dude abides.

Not caring gets easier as emptiness creeps through your being, removing what used to be fun. It doesn’t discriminate though, you stop feeling the good and the bad, you end up being numb.

It’s not all bad.

Being around people only serves to remind me that I’m missing something that would let me function normally.

I can surround myself with people, but I’m still alone, still empty, still broken.