I used to draw, even went to art school for it. I find no joy in the things I once loved to do. I can read a sentence or two from a book before I get bored. When I draw I just sit there staring at the blank paper for a few minutes then quit.

I wasn't trying to complain about not having friends, I must have become jaded enough to not want any anymore. I'm just generally fed up with people in general; how greedy, materialistic, narrow-minded, and hate-oriented we are.

You ever notice how 51 weeks out of the year everyone acts like an asshole, but then that one week out of the year people actually act like decent human beings?