Just something quick since I've got nothing fancy to post (as if I ever had one, heh). I'm feeling all light and giddy today, reasons unknown. Spent last night seeing a movie with old friends and stayed up late talking about senseless things. Gods, I want to be interesting. I want to share interesting things with the world. Truthfully, I still have not explored life as it should be. So much for living life to the fullest. I love spending time alone, and as much as possible, I shy away from all those social cliches people my age enjoy. I don't know. It's just not me. I've never been the good conversationalist and I envy those who can handle small (and excruciatingly long) talks well as if they never run out of topics to discuss. I want to write better. I want to be able to share my inner thoughts better, verbally. I want to be more spontaneous. I want to meet new people whom I share the same interests with. I want to try and spend more time outside the confines of my home and workplace. Yeah, I subconsciously want to be sociable. I'm a walking contradiction.
And now I stop.
Back to reality.
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