Its raining today.

I think quite often. Most of the time though, I just make up stories in my head. They're not very good, but they're there. That's what my head is stuffed with. Stories. They explore people, and worlds. How things work. How things could be, if things were a little different. How things could be, if they were completely different. What things matter, what things don't. How those things could change...how they do change. Many times, this is how I try to deal with my ineptitude. How I try to deal with my social inadequacies. I run away from where I am. Any time I try to talk about things with people, it just doesn't go well. I have very few friends. I don't know how to talk to them about things. Every time I hang out at all I feel like I'm tripping around in sand. I don't gt very far at all. Its hard to think that people like being around me. I don't really understand things nearly as much as I'd like to. I will get better. I hope. I'm certainly working for it.
There's a mangy, thin cat out side my house. I want to let it in and feed it, buts its scared of humans. The food I left out for it got knocked over and drenched by the rain.