So basically what I got out of that is something I already knew.
Don't be a douchebag. Life is good. Stop being moody, blah blah blah. etc.
Problem is. I've tried. But it's really hard to be nice to people who have hated you since you purposely fucked up your entire life back in 2nd grade. People don't tend to just get to know you better after hating you for the past 6 years.
Sure you meet a couple new people and make a few new friends, but you still have the same old enemies and they will always be your enemies and the new friends you just made have friends who are your enemies and as such your friends aren't really that friendly due to the fact that they enjoy the company of their long time friend (your enemy) rather than the new guy who they just met because of a project they we're forced to work on.
Big woopdee do. I'm still stuck in my house, doing absolutely nothing except waiting for Ironhand to release a new graphics pack so I can spend 3 minutes actually doing something then get bored and go back to doing virtually nothing yet hoping the entire time that the friends that I have texted 10 times now will answer back, yet when I get a message its simply my mom telling me to take out the garbage.
Then I start to get a headache becuase of looking at the screen so long so I try not to, but I mean come on, There's nothing else to fucking do.
Sure I could swim in my fucking pool. But its too hot. Although that's not the real reason. It's because there's no one to swim with.
Sure I could play DF. But lookie there, No one to play with.
Sure I could play the NES, SNES, Nintendo 64, Gamecube, Wii, PS3, Xbox, Atari, PS1, Gameboy, Gameboy Advance, DS, But LOOKIE THERE, NO ONE TO FUCKING PLAY WITH.
So I will continue to sit here and fucking be bored until I can find something to occupy my time for 5 more minutes until I give up on that and then go get pissed at my brother for moving out and taking half of the video games with him, all the while my friends are doing something productive or just simply ignoring me due to the fact that I purposely fucked up my entire life because I hated everyone I knew.
Edit:
No seriously.
My skill is playing video games.
Which I can't even do. I can't bring myself to play them.
Again, I used to think like that before medication and therapy.
Prozac is some powerful stuff, man.
I don't like drugs. I don't care to take drugs, I'm perfectly fine not taking any drugs.