I'm So Ronery

I just finished my first day at my first proper job. Scary/boring shit. It's alright I guess. I get the feeling that I'll grow to loath it within a few months, and then get used to it. I just gotta grin and bear it, I suppose.
The part about this job that sucks most of all, though, is that at this time in my life I really need someone to talk to, I hate being alone right now; the reason this means my job sucks a little is because none of my friends have jobs, so they are all out - I have no-one to talk to. Tried 'phoning Fayeski BEAT for a chat, but she was in a pub, so I didn't wanna bore her. All I got is this blog, really. Nah, that's not true, I have plenty of good friends who would willingly chat with me 'bout it all if I called them, but I want a close friend. Ah, to hell with it, I'm impossible.
I keep going through manic stages. Music is makin' me go insane right now, but it's anyone's guess whether I'll break down into tears at any given point. Exaggeration, but who cares. Trains kinda suck, but at least they are better than buses.
WITH FRIENDS
LIKE YOU
WHO NEEDS
SUB TEXT?
That's all I have to say. Or do. For the rest of the night. Man, I'm bored. Results day on Thursday and I'm, surprisingly, not bothered. Doesn't look like I'll be getting a car before Reading, either. Again, I'm not too upset. Had some major irritation this morning with my train ticket, but I don't even care enough to moan about it in here. And the whole leave-for-work-at-7.30am-get-home-at-7pm isn't even getting to me too much. I have become numb to the shit of the world. Took long enough.
WELL, BEST FRIENDS MEANS
I'm in an amazing mood, considering I feel like there's a black hole in my heart. Maybe I just finally snapped.

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