neoacidcreep

A living room full of people I don't want to hang out with, playing music I don't like too loud.  I want to leave but won't, why you ask, why?  Why would I leave a situation I hate when this chick is here?  Why would I enjoy myself when I can just bask in the glow of her apathy?

So pitiful.  Slipping further into losing self-respect.  Spiraling into a void of discontent.  

I need to get out of Syracuse.  I need to get out of this state.  Start fresh, start new, all over again.

What's the point, my life will just repeat itself over and over again.  I'll just keep falling into this same pattern, this same cycle.  The same people, the same conversations, the same relationships ad nauseam.