My blog is approaching it's thousandth post in a sorry state. I wish it hadn't come to this. I will think of something to post.

I ask people out. Later, they're not free. I say, it's ok. Nvm. I always say that. The cycle repeats. It's ok. Nvm. Maybe long enough, people think that well, i don't matter. I'm always ok with it. I can take the lowest priority. Maybe this is why i can't find anyone to go out with.

Maybe i ought to scream and shout and throw a fit or something. Or maybe i'm just being selfish. Am i? I don't lose myself to emotions.

I always ask if maybe i am in the wrong or that maybe i could be swayed by them. Because right now it feels like nobody gives a shit. And i'm the lowest damn priority there is.

My facebook is all me, myself, and I. So is my handphone. So is my blog. Life is degenerating into a very simple state of existence.

Could it get better? I don't know.