Where's the Fun in being Sane?

I'm pissed, I'm lonely, I'm cold, I'm sad.

Lovely combination, but luckily, I'm not stupid enough to mix alcohol and driving into that equation.

All for what?

No fucking reason; not one that's even remotely a plausible one.

Fucking trivial matters.

I don't care anymore, I'm going to concentrate on THAT, and see where that'll lead me.

If it succeeds, then all the better for me, but I probably still won't be easier to talk with.

Awkwardness, or no topic to discuss, would be the main problems with trying to start a conversation with me.

Stoicism for the mother-fucking win.

Instead of sexy (not like I had any in the first place), I'm bringing stoic back.