oh, for crying out loud.

i’m so fed up with everything.

it would seem that anything i have to say is simply mundane, trite, foolish or unimportant, and anything that other people have to say is gripping, shocking, horrifying and intriguing. this is the story of my life.

for as long as i have been able to talk it would seem that everybody wants me to listen and nobody wants to listen to me. call me introverted, sure, but for pete’s sake when i have something to say let me say it.

i don’t think i can take it anymore. i don’t want to be the listener. i don’t want to be the talker either. i just want to be me. i just want to be normal. and yet, i want to go find a nice big, dark hole (with internet access) and go live in it for a very very long time.

perhaps at the point when i should emerge from said hole i will have had some fascinating and startling realizations which i can share to an audience of nobody who gives a rip.

ramble ramble ramble. nobody reads this crap anyway. teenage poetry and useless blather is all the amounts of even the best personal blog.

well. i’ve got nothing. that’s it. i have nothing to say, so don’t ask, and just leave me alone.

goodbye.