look at me

Is it worth to even put these thoughts into words? I think so much but then when I consider actually putting it into words I get exhausted. What is the point, really? No one is going to read this, it's not really therapeutic to me. Damn Early Weezer is SO good. So, so, so good. I can't understand how people enjoy going out into crowded, loud places? How is this enjoyable? I don't get it. I felt like my ears were bleeding, I shoved tissue paper in both of them. I am alone in my apartment but felt more alone in the crowded brewery. Looking at so many faces, seeing so many expression, interactions between others. Nausea. Right Pessoa? Right Sartre? It's true, it's the perfect word to describe that feeling. I'm sure there are people out there that have felt that as well. It's Saturday night and we all have to have plans and be cool. Hey, look what I'm doing. Hey, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me.