It never ends....

....just laying around again, with nothing to do, on a night off from work. I try to talk to others, but it seems that I'm only ever a burden. I don't know.... maybe I'm just not meant to have friends. That has to be a reality for someone right? Sometimes I think it's the karmic universe paying me back for being a piece of shit in my younger years. Other times I think it's just lifes way of telling me that I'm a complete fuck up. Either way.... I get it now.