Sometimes, life sucked. There is no other way to put it. Simply sucked. It has been sucking for me for quite a while, too.
Today was a sunny kind of day, which I thought it had no right to be. It was November; therefore, it should be cold and dreary, overcast and definitely not sunny. Moreover, I was doing something I hated. Despised. Loathed. I was dealing with people!
I had to this day, just as I have had to for the past four months. I was job hunting. That meant speaking to people, writing down my information repeatedly, and trying my best to come off as if I did not have a problem.
Blah. Just blah.
Now, you may ask what my problem is… and I might answer you. Or not. More specifically, I may return your inquiry with one of my own: to which problem might you be referring to? I have several.
You could be referring to why I hate people. The answer to this would be a complicated one; I just do not know. Well, I do not exactly hate people. I feel a sort of detachmen