The Curse

Oh my gosh. I am about to watch Conor Oberst pour his heart out on national tv. I know I am a dork, but my god that boy can sing. I have always loved the dark, dreary boys, I can't help it. I tend to be the depressed type.

On a different note, I have been laying here talking to my brother on AIM, finding out what I thought was unfortunately true. He is more like me than I thought. He has become what I have always been: a loner. I feel bad for him. He needs more in his life. He was telling me that a girl commented to him on his blog, asking him who he hangs out with at school. He asked me what to say.

Me: I don't know, I don't go to school with you. I don't know who you hang around.
Him: I don't hang around anyone at school. I talk to people in class, but I don't really hang around anyone.
Me: Well tell her you hang out with Dan.
Him: I only talk to Dan every once in awhile, I don't really hang out with him.
Me: Well, I don't know.
Him: I really don't have any friends at school.

What do you say to that? I tried to tell him I was the same way in high school, and that college will be better. But will it? Was it for me? NO. I have friends now, very select friends, that I hang out with whenever I feel the need. But I don't have anyone I really trust, or with whom I'm really close friends. Oh, what a curse...