Booking in now, should be back by Wednesday.

I've nothing much to say now.

Had been stoning for the past few hours, thinking through stuff, talking with lost people.

I feel lost myself.

Hope my extras don't come this weekend, but they'll probably do.

Someone save me. My social circle's crashing, I'm going mad, hysterical.

And.

Why do you think I feel like killing you.

I just want to see you, probably.

To know that you still exist.

Maybe I'll start replying you on my own cbox instead. I hope you read this.

So your friends can stop questioning, lest you have social issues too.

Because, unlike you, I don't have friends.

Neither am I anyone's.