Hmm? It seems like this dark place is seeing a bit more light. More and more people are coming in. I wonder what’s happening on the other side.

Somehow this place feels just as lonely as the other place. I wonder if it’s because people here are going about things the same ways.

That feeling when you want to talk to friends but you’re all out of friends because the people who were your friends weren’t really your friends and the people around you don’t like being a friend and the people who have a good chance on being a friend are on the other side of the world.

Being reasonable and communicative isn’t an attractive trait anymore, I guess.

You ever see a mass group of people go crazy over a character and then you realize you’re a lot like said character but no one likes you because you’re real? Yeah.

Apparently I’m too modest with things that I feel should be kept private but not reserved enough when it comes to things I feel should be communicated openly. It’s hard to justify belonging here sometimes.

So… I don’t smoke. Don’t do drugs. Don’t drink. Basically, I’m boring, right?

Well Seymour, I made it. Despite your directions…