Hi, it's me again. So I moved into my new hall last week. And, uh, yeah. Nothing much else has been going on. The food is good, the place is still foreign but I'm happier I guess. The people have been pretty nice too. And this is the part I proclaim my lack of social grace. Quick! Run while you still can! They have mostly been quite welcoming. I'm just not sure where I fit in. Am I that socially challenged. I hate being so weak. Always waiting around for something better, needing to ask someone for help. Why can't I cope myself? But neither could I forego all social interaction and just be by myself. I'm a little fed up. That's about it, really. It's, hmm, sunny outside too. Which is nice.
I get serious urges to write sometimes. It somehow makes my perspective seem a little more real. Like there's actually a purpose behind all the meaningless things around. But who am I writing for? I have this notebook of scribblings which will never see daylight, so maybe it's for some imaginary people in my head. Though I'm pretty sure that's one step away from Schizophrenia.
Yes, I do realize how silly I sound right now. And I give you permission to judge me... now. No, wait. Okay, now.
