[Pseudo Enigma]

I don't want friends but they somehow magically plop themselves in front of me and force me to spend the time I don't spend in my room with them. If they didn't somehow manage to just grow like weeds I wouldn't have bothered making any either. As I said before, It's tiring.

But the one nice thing about having friends is that you actually feel as if you have a presence in the world that isn't confirmed by your conscience. Go missing for a few days? They will take note of it and ask where you've been. The world's a funny place. And if you haven't found people like that yet, then I guess it's a Canada thing.