Sunday, December 5

I had never felt so alone before. Any insignificant differences between us had become chasms of judgement and misunderstanding in the last year. Who were these people? Why was I friends with them? I didn’t even know them. And they certainly didn’t know me. Their very natures, once so akin to mine, now repulsed me. Their immaturity, instead of funny, just seemed inappropriate. Their innocence annoying. Their sheltered lives were almost nauseating. I knew I needed to get out. Meet new people; people that didn’t disgust me with their incurable lack of substance - of meaning. I mentally closed the door on my relationships with any of them. Their petty minds and self-righteous beliefs wouldn’t miss me at all.