Get me more Choglet

I must be the kind of person who is rarely interested in the lives of others unless they are entangled with mine, preferably not very tenuously. I am not going to be bothered about how hard-worked someone is, I am tired of being sad. I want to have fun.
I feel more and more at ease about not answering mails from friends because I don’t want to, though I hate it when some people I want to respond to mine, don’t.
I am not very pretty, am I?
So this year will end tomorrow, another of many, no different from the last, mired in boredom, my mind as fetid as in the last. I will write something wonderful when things change.