Effort builds. Vice destroys.

Ever had that “Fight Club” feeling of being alone and insane, ready to blast into a social disaster while everyone around you still believes that you’re fine?

I have some school homework for the weekend but I haven’t yet started to think about it. I am home alone. Roommate T is bitching around town with her new boyfriend(?) and I have yet to meet my since-the-beginning-of-this-month supposed new roommate X.

And the worrying thing is that I don’t feel alone! I don’t feel the need for company! It’s an invisible catastrophe going in my mind. I talk alone all day long. I quote movies.

Listening to the same T99 techno-trance all the time. Getting everything I need from that invisible thing called Internet. Except for food. That, I get from smalls packs with word “Ramen” in it.

I’m not fine. That makes me want to cry. But if you look, it doesn’t show. And that makes me want to laugh. I can’t do either of them.