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I haven't felt this miserable in so many months. At least 6, maybe even more. I think it has to do with school. I was fine last semester, but I think that had more to do with the fact that I was in classes with people that, if I wasn't fairly friendly with, would at least say hello to me and I never had to eat lunch by myself.

I'm not sure why something like eating lunch by myself is bothering me. I'm not a very social person, I'm very fond of my quiet time and at work I very rarely eat a meal with anyone (were so understaffed and busy in my department we have to go one at a time). Hell, at home if my mother is at class or work, unless my dad wants to watch a movie or something while we have dinner, I eat in my room.

I feel okay in class, with the exception that in some of my classes I feel ignored and oddly ostosized from every one else. Like I walk in the room and a brick wall goes up. That doesn't bother me too much as I'm usually trying to listen to the teacher than ponder the behavior of others.

Gah. This is only the end of week 2. -_-

Maybe I'll write that fic madamhydra was coaxing/prodding me to write. Maybe that will make me feel a little better. ::shrugs::