Yesterday I got so old I felt like I could die...

So I went to first friday, got out of the house though I was still angry-I cooled off pretty quick actually. More like got horribly frightened. Theresa could have been hurt and that scared the hell out of me- though I'm great at concealment. But it made me even more depressed, the thought of what a sad disgusting place this world can present itself to be- and at times when you least expect it. So I did the first friday thing for a couple hours... and might I say, I'm a dead horrible conversationalist. I on my own accord don't even want to talk to me. I find myself blatantly disappointing.