Sometimes I stare at blank screens.
For no reason really, other than that their calm unchanging nature is soothing.
People can be so turbulent sometimes... So harsh and distracting, it's hard to remember why I attempt to be with them.
But, of course like anything, there is good with the bad. Being a lonely misanthrope seems awesome when you're around idiots.
Once you're actually alone, it's not as glamorous. Trying to find that balance between getting lost in my book-ridden fantasy world, and the world outside my door is tough sometimes.
Years of this attitude has worn me down to accepting other people's shortcomings, while not forgetting my own. Being an elitist, pretentious bastard will only work for a certain period of time. Eventually, people call you a hypocrite and you feel like one, because you are one.
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