Writing for the hell of it.
Still alone and miserable as always.
I'm really convinced that I'm involuntarily celibate and/or love-shy.
Not doing anything social outside of school, no one wants to be friendly then apart from a couple people. My social life is entirely around school, I can't figure out how to hang out with people at any other time.
I put on a mask of mock happiness to fool people. When I'm depressed people don't want to talk, so better to pretend.
I'm going to die alone, miserable, and hopeless. If this is the rest of my life, it better end soon.