Oh, hello world, I didn't hear you come in.

I am sort of new to this whole blog thing, World, so forgive me if it is bland and uninteresting.

My life is a series of awkward silences periodically interupted by me making an ass of myself in front of my friends, followed by an awkward apology, and then a little more silence.

I am not a very socially adept individual. I don't like talking to strangers or meeting new people. I don't like people in general. Seriously, a solid 98% of the people I meet completely repulse me. The other 2% are repulsed by me, so I am pretty much shit out of luck when it comes to viable social relationships.

I have been feeling really depressed lately. Which has made me act like a lunatic in front of the few friends that I do have. I realized recently that I have the uncontrollable urge to drive away the people who are closest to me. It is quite inconveniant. This weird depression seems to make that even worse. I freak out about the smallest things, and obsess about every interaction that I have. I blew up at my friend James yesterday because he asked someone to give me a ride home. I sent him a bitchy text message after I got home. A few days before that I was convinced that my friend Michelle secretly hated me. I called her and left the most pathetic voicemail the world has ever known. Who does shit like that?

Crazies, that's who.

World, have you ever just felt like you were either the sanest person on the face of the Earth or the craziest? Every day. Every freaking day.