These days, I wonder who really wants to be around me? I can’t really tell if people really want to be around me, and I would understand because most of the things that I am interested in, not many people are interested as well. The only person I know that really wants to even hang out with me is Joonhee. He’s the only person to bother me about it. I don’t really go out because I don’t want my mom feeling lonely and I feel that I shouldn’t invite myself to other people’s houses and what not. By the way Joon, seriously, we do need to hang out. Call me if you can. I need someone to talk to…

I’ve been getting really bored inside the house, and I’m just losing interest in just everything now. Even if I’m just outside, just walking around doing nothing, I find that more fulfilling than playing games for about an hour and beating a game. I was talking to a friend of mine, and she constantly told me that I was like a child. I always thought of her more like a child, but now that I look at myself, I’m no different, and in reality, I’m worse than a child…I’m seventeen and I’m acting like a kid who just plays all day. I hardly clean up the damned house. My mother has also been getting really irritated with everything because of her medication, so I can understand her sudden small outbursts of anger towards me; however, it continues to make me feel worse than I already feel. Maybe I should get the hell off the computer after I post this…

I can’t ever seem to find an excuse for even myself to get out of the house. I’m constantly in this box, in which I call home. A home, where I am most comfortable; a home, where I am loved by my family; a home, where I have games to help pass time; a home, where I have a computer that I can easily post my blog entries; a home, where I am trapped; a home, where a time portal turns into an abyss of loops; a home, where I am left; a home, despite my family…am alone.