It's been a rough week since coming back from San Francisco.
Quiet, when I don't want to be stuck in silence. Then alienated from a friend gone rogue.
Now even when I like to be alone most of the time, I find that the lights aren't as bright when I get home every night.
And the most aggravating part about it is how little I can do with the situation.
I can't make people want to talk to me or be around me more than they already do, which is very little.
Despite being well... After 4 whole years of suffering, the same problems remain. Always there, even when they're not on your mind.