Well I'm here, unable to sleep, after a day of playing Insurgency, Terraria and Twattlefield Battlefield 4; fucking about in Pimp My Gun and thinking about a realization I had a few months back:
I haven't really liked anyone for a long time, to the point I just gave up on the whole idea of having a girlfriend. Even trying to picture it feels like just pure fantasy to me. It feels the same way that picturing myself with superpowers feels. It's... Alien to me. Just something that doesn't happen to me.
Now, what disturbs me isn't that I get (or don't, I guess) these feelings. What kinda disturbs me is that I'm okay with it. I guess that being the quiet, passive recluse I've always been means that I'm just going to forget about such a thing I figure. It's just me and the brown recluses that live with me, cos I can't be arsed to clean my fucking room.
Also, in unrelated news, I've gotten the feeling that something's watching me, right now. Like if I turn around I'm going to find something out of Silent Hill.