Anti-social. No point in denying it really. Funny, from the inside of your head it never really seems so clear cut as that. I suppose thats why labels happen. If you put a name on something it's in a box, it has defined edges, boundries. After that you know where it ends and where people (theoretically) fit, and then you don't have to think about it so much (theoretically). I don't mind. I don't care... except sometimes when I do... It's just the way I'm made, all of it, the caring and also the not caring. They're cutting my hours at the office, not right away it seems, but soon. As if this year wasn't already tight. If I'd kept my religion I wonder if I would have been made a RA last year, then this wouldn't be a problem... ...just spilt milk. right-right-right. It doesn't matter, very little does. Not tears, bruises, or even words. Maybe not anything, nothing at all.