here i am again and nothing's changed

I don't know why I try anymore. Finding someone is a lost cause. There's the downer statement, but I'm sure some could see it coming. My stream of guys is never cool, there's always something weird or wrong with them. Oh well, I like being lonely, haha, did anyone believe that?

So today my mother's coming with a couch, my stimulus check, and intent to buy me a bike. We're also going to move in Esmeralda's shit. I won't be lonely much longer.

I still need to finish this painting. It's dull since it's a gray scale still life. I need to do dishes and clean my fish vases as well. I don't know why I let these things go. I suppose living alone can make one lazy like that. No one's here to criticize.

I think this dank makes me a heavy person, probably in combination with my room's atmosphere. I guess I'll go wash dishes before Mom comes.