Further evidence to suggest I am mental.

Within a couple hours of writing the previous post, I'm now crying my eyes out because I feel bored, frustrated and lonely. I'm not even being lame. Nobody is around, not that I begrudge them. Although I guess I do? It's the worst feeling when you're sat by yourself at home, not really by choice, and practically everyone you know is having a good time, or at least interacting with other people. I'm trying not to be down about it, use it as positive "me time", but I can't help feeling like a complete fucking loser. I'm angry at myself for not being out, partying, being popular and fun.

It's almost literal that nobody is about. I don't want go party with random acquaintances. I just want a friend. Just someone to talk to and be around. Idle chit chat.

This is horrible. I don't even think this is one of my mad episodes, I'm genuinely sick of my own company and void conversation.