An excess of girls and a lack of love.
Kind of what my days consist of, those three settings and little else. The odd face here and there, but Januaries are strange months and always a bit lonesome, though i get by and don’t much feel lonely till someone reminds me. But loneliness isn’t as bad as we make it out to be. I’d be a very different person without my years of solitude, so i don’t mind it. I even like being alone. It allows me to feel like me again when i have to face all you humans.