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There are two things I truly am bad at writing. One is fight scenes; the other is social situations (dates, parties, etc). Especially awkward ones, because just reading them makes me squirm. You're in public, for god's sake. Restrain yourselves.

My parents keep trying to get me to go out places, apparently because they're concerned that I'm depressed, which is sort of amusing because I am, in fact, and therefore can't bring myself to care that they're worried. I mean yes, obviously I don't like them being upset, but I am beyond the point where I would say "yes, thanks, I'd adore to go grocery shopping with you" just to please them. I'm at the "Well, yes, if I had the car I could go hang out with friends, except I don't have any in this town, because you fucking moved to Texas after I finished high school and I have no method or structure in which to make friends in this desolate wasteland of heat, shitty bars, and idiots" stage.

I would perhaps not be quite so unhappy if I hadn't fucked up my life before it got started. No jobs; waste of time, waste of money. Target says they don't need anyone with my skills.

RAWR. *snarls at everyone*