Fun Fact: Its hard for me to talk to people because I don’t know what to say sometimes.
I’ve been trying to find a MMORPG like Phantasy Star Online, but there really isn’t one. It sucks over 10 years of MMO gaming and new games being introduced that there hasn’t been a game presented to me where I’ll sink over 1000 hours into again.
I don’t see the point of jail breaking my iDevice, there are no apps that remotely interest me, and no special functions that I’ll use everyday.
Found a good electric razor in the closet, and its a lot better than the ones I own now. My skin’s never been so smooth in months.
I just realize something. I’m not comfortable in my own skin sometimes. And that’s ok, in a way. There are some people who just make me feel odd and strange, and I always look to myself as to why that is. Whatever I find, I realize everytime it doesn’t matter, because that’s just a small part of what defines me. Sometimes I’m uncomfortable in my skin, despite my best efforts. And for some reason, right now in life, that’s ok in my book.
As I sit here listening to music flooding into my ears, and as I chat with people… I’ve realized I’m not a good friend; I’m not a good person. I’m petty, quick to annoyance and anger, and, as I’ve recently learned, jealous. These are awful fucking traits to have, and I can’t stand them. But I can be proud of one thing I do have. I’m cynical and dark as hell, and I can spot out shit in a heartbeat.
If that’s one bad trait I’m proud to have, its that I don’t have tolerance for people’s bullshit.
