i hate phones.
these obligatory conversations.
feeling uncomfortable in silence.
talking about nothing so you can have something to say.
am i weird for not talking?
for choosing not to play the game?
i want you to wallow in your akwardness,
i want this conversation to be suffocated by my silence.
not because i dont like you,
but because you chose to call.
you invaded my space.
you intruded upon my solitude.
for nothing.
all for nothing.
i feel so sorrounded by conversations.
so weighed down by relationships.
when all i want to do, all that i had planned for the evening, was to sit in silence and write.
but then the phone.
and who knows whats next.
ugh, i feel so irritable today.
i feel bad for my roomate
(bless his poor super social heart)
i need to find him friends.
friends that will like to go to the movies with him.
friends that wont be irritable just because its wednesday and they have nothing better to do.
cant think of a way to end this entry.
8:12 p.m. - 2004-06-30
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