Anger

I was going to write a post about how I'm going to forget about trying to build relationships, or pull at nightclubs.

But they are pretty fucking stupid ideas.
At least, the first one is. Nightclubs, while kind of fun, are to me not somehere you go to bond with people. The engagements feel very forced. Plus, it's loud; there's no room for a chat. So when you're not dancing (I say "dancing", but the idea of going out to dance in a nightclub seems to have been dead for about 20 years), you can't talk because the music is too loud. It's boring! It's really, really boring.

Relationships. Well. I've never been in one. I want to be in one.

Apologies for the poorly-constructed posts. It's the depressive after-effects of alcohol kicking in. I'm angry.

I'm angry at the idea that I might have become quite fake.