Okay, I'll be the first to admit it: I'm a recluse. There really is no point in denying it... it's painfully obvious. Here I am, 21 years old and I have no close friends. Well, that's not true. I have close friends. I just don't have any close friends I particularly want to be around.
My main past time these days are watching HGTV, doing laundry, and drinking Champagne. It's beginning to look like I am on my path to Grey Gardens. To be honest, though, I would much rather be alone by choice than to be around people because I tried so hard to make plans with people; that just makes me feel pathetic. So, instead, I shall revel in the knowledge that I am exactly where I put myself. Desperately calling and texting my "friends" trying to get someone to hang out with me is just bad for my self esteem.
So yeah, I may seem pathetic and whatever, but at least I'm calling the shots.
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