A distant voice from the lacquer blackness: You’ve disappeared little Arya. Where have you gone to?
Girl: Consigned myself to solitude…essentially on account of suicidal depression and such.
So lonely and bored and life is utterly pointless etcetera.
Finding-someone-to-face-the-end-of-the-world-with(popularly known as dating)-wise I don’t tend to be desired and stuff.
I don’t know why exactly.
I guess because I’m a loser.
And not pretty enough.
Or smart enough.
Or maybe people simply like simple people.
Or all of the above.