I'm sorry, everyone. I try to be a good friend, but I'm not good at it. I'm not good at a whole lot.
I've existed for eighteen years, but I wonder if I've truly lived in any of them. I have few friends and little experience; I've not taken advantage of the tiny wonders that pass by every day. What a waste of time and life. Yet I don't know how to live any differently. I don't know how crawl out of my shell and live.
How stupid and sad is that?