Why do I bother? The decisions I make puzzle me, and I am stunned at the amount of effort I’ve exerted as of late concerning the social facet of my life. I suppose I was better off without any of what I attempted to acquire in the first place, and I am now realizing I shouldn’t have tried at all. I am out of time, out of patience, out of hope, and full of bitter acceptance. I am reluctantly making the decision I should have made long before now, and am regressing back into past habits and intense reclusion. At least I have myself, and am understandably very angry that I thought otherwise, even if for a moment. I hate my life.