I’m so used to being used that it bores me. Yawn. I have the opposite of deja vu. it’s jamais vu, where nothing ever feels new, everything feels commonplace and boring. Like this has already happened. And it has.
Perhaps I should stop listening to Josh. But he makes so much sense sometimes. We’ll see if Ripley calls me tomorrow.
Why do people have to lie? I hate my life. With every one of these ersatz relationships I die little more inside. Forever I’m suffocating in this backwards hellhole. I am not buying another thing this year. No 20″ cinema displays for me. I’m going to save up enough money to leave this place. I will be dead inside in another few years if I don’t leave.