So I've made a blog.

Right. Here we are. I've made a blog. Just like everyone else.
And knowing me, I'll only ever update this thing when I feel down, so apologies in advance for the many depressing blogs you'll be subjected to.
To be honest, I don't even know why I've started writing...I was told I should...So I did. What positive influences will I someday have on the world, all through the media of blogging? Probably none. But it's nice to dream isn't it?
And it's 5 weeks 'til Christmas everyone! Halle-frickin-lujah.
You wanna know how I've been keeping myself sane nowadays? (Well, as sane as...well, me). I've been doing cross stitch. Pokémon actually. It keeps my hands busy. So much so, that when I'm walking, I have a compulsion. I drum my thumb across my fingers. Only on my right hand...But I can't stop, and I just, sort of, notice that I'm doing it. I'm doing it now, between typing!
So yea, I don't have a life. At all. I work, ok. And I go to uni. But right now I just want to curl up in my bed with some bad tv. There's an hour until I have to go to my lecture, but I don't want to. I just want to stay here, not go out into the world and see people.
So here we are...blogging. And just so you know, there's not always a reason that I feel sad. There has been. A few fairly obvious reasons actually. But that's not it. They make me feel sad, this is just a constant feeling of recluse...ness. So there may be a few rants about ex boyfriends...and other ex boyfriends...and so-called best friends...and ex boyfriend doucheyness...and then they're best friends and their doucheyness...but in short...that's not all that happens. I've been screwed over twelve ways from Sunday recently, and that doesn't help, but when I feel like this? When I want to lie in bed, with the lights off and the curtains drawn (and it gets really dark in here)...that's how I feel most of the time.