Life no longer makes any sense.

I don’t know who I am.

I don’t know who you are.

I don’t like you.

Casanovas don’t impress me.

Boys will always boys.

A brand new beginning, away from everyone I thought I knew.

When he told me life changes here, I figured he meant it’d change for the better. Apparently not. I need time away from this place; isolation.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, I told the teacher I needed time to myself and asked to be excused from play time. She called my mom and told her I should see a therapist. Heh.

Maybe I was sick in the head after all.

20 in 20.

If you love me, leave me alone. I just want my bed, my books, my music and my macbook. I don’t want to talk to anyone.