It's been one year. A full year. It's not over, and I doubt it ever will be. Not as long as I have no friends. Not as long as I am the hated scum I know everybody sees me as. What incident entised that? I shall not tell. I am the one, sole responsible for the fact that everybody hates me. Though it may include the fact that I am physically ugly, I must admit that I am not one to whom people want to be friendly with. I am not paranoid. I am not pessimistic. I am simply logical. Astute.
You. If you actually read this. You hate me. It's that simple.
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My Lousy Life
I was once asked why I seem so depressed all the time. The reason is very simple, but, just perhaps, an illustration would help.
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