Great, just great, Matt. You’re getting more and more locked up, shutting yourself out from the warmness of your friends.
I wonder why I do this. I wonder why I get sick of people, why I am selfishly choosing my company. And I wonder only what kinda friends will satisfy me.
I want to go down so many paths from here. The wildly romantic path, the promiscuous path, the party-goer. Whatever. From here on, I decide my own fate.
No one governs me. For now.
