Hermitting

I keep getting injured when I play basketball... now I can hardly walk. So, I'll be in doors playing games all day or studying or reading...not like I do anything drastically different if I wasn't injured.

I went to church today.  The Nigerian priest's misheard lyrics:
"Raise up your ass"
"And all the douchebags"

I love my thoughts when I'm in church.  I just can't help but feel like laughing.  I saw that the windows have that curtain where you pull the thing down to close it...and the window is so high up.  So I think, how did they close it?  Then I thought, maybe they use that long cross staff (the thing they use to march in in the beginning of mass), using the right side of the cross to pull down the little hole in the curtain to close it, and then I imagine someone trying to do that, but missing the hole and saying "oh shit" then I start laughing.  Idk maybe I like laughing at other people's mistakes.

After church, we ate at a Mexican restaurant.  I didn't finish, and most of my other family didn't finish, so we put them all in a doggie bag and all our leftovers looked like a huge pile of shit.

I'm home now, and I feel safe.  I like feeling safe.

I wonder how people can be depressed but not suicidal and depressed?

I guess what I did was wrong, but what the hell, how can you expect me to keep still if you fucking ignore me without saying anything.  What kind of friend does that.  Why the fuck did you decide to be my friend if you're not going to talk to me.  I guess I should have confronted you when I felt the distance, but I would have felt good with just hies or whatever.... I guess its my fault.  I guess I did decide to only talk to her if she wanted to talk to me, and I guess she just completely lost interest.  I also knew how I would turn out if I had those feelings, so I guess it is my fault... it's all my fault.  Idk.  Maybe it's no one's fault.  It's all natural selection...
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Anyways, I read Death Note over.  I finished all 12 volumes in almost a week since my brother found the only volume I was missing (the first one) in the junkyard.  It was a good read.  A bit repetitive and I felt no sympathy for whatever was going on though, towards the end.  Though, I guess I liked the very end, and beginning of the series.

Damn, I guess blogging really is my only friend.