Tell me, Sister Morphine, how long have I been lying here?

Blah blah blah.

I feel like everything that comes out of my mouth is/are the words blah blah blah.

Everything I do is blah. Everything I wear is blah. BLAH BLAH FREAKEN BLAH!

This is mostly due to the fact that people don't really call me or ask me to hang out anymore. If I call them they are pretty gung-ho and seem relatively excited, but the rare person actually calls me up or wants to make plans without some sort of prompting from me.

It sucks. I feel boring as hell.

And to top it all of, I had a weird bout of depression last night. I wasn't ready to just curl up in a baby ball and die, but I did end up on my couch bed watching Veronica Mars with no expression whatsoever. Veronica always makes me laugh. It was so weird.

I just felt so down on myself. Things are fine right now. Nothing too pressing, nothing too painful, but I just really hate myself. My hair, my skin, my body shape, my coloring, they way I move and walk, my choices, my humor, the way I laugh, the way I talk. All shit.

Blah blah blah. It's all blah blah blah.