But since insomnia is a living nightmare, I have a massive respect for my aberrant eating behaviours lol. I'm a morning zombie who derides indulging in frivolous pleasures that are all for naught because lengthy conversations are depressing. No cronies, no worries. I've got no deal with that last quip. Just take into account that I'm a wuss when it comes to conversation. Having friends is great, I think. Although it may appear rude and insulting to others, being alone will make me even happier. I can't seem to figure out what's the point of having so many backups. I have no qualms about being a teen outlier in the first place. I'm currently sitting on the window sill, my favourite hangout spot, with my chin and arms resting on my knees. ​I always sit here, crestfallen, inhaling the fresh air. Boring is a word that I am constantly associated with. The sense of unfamiliarity makes me wonder if I live here. This red vase with white flower designs next to me never ceases to pique my interest, raising my brows as if it were one of my adversaries. It has a yellow plastic flower in it, and the clay is so dry that cultivating it sans water would be difficult. This has been going on for a year, and it will be another year in a few months.

Friends are important but it is inevitable that we will still exchange them for just one thing. Not all two-faced person are found in the neighborhood. "當你的朋友值得信賴時，並不是所有人都可以。"