Back and forth

My friends have finally all left. I spoke with my mother for a while regarding what happened when they were here in the house. I don't know, I get really frustrated sometimes, but thats nobodies' fault.

The frustration doesn't mean anything anyway, it mostly just empty and pointless. So after talking to her, I went back up into my room. I am here half, no, three quarters of the time when I am alone at home. Its crazy, I have 4 floors to contend with yet I never feel compelled to visit these other areas of the house if i do not have friends over. My room is not small, but rather big, I can do almost everything I want in here. I recently installed a pull-up bar near the entrance to the toilet, I do one every time I have to take a "break".

I am supposed to be doing my project work oral presentation slides right now, but I got distracted. I brought up all the gifts my friends left me for my birthday yesterday night. Or was it in the early morning? I cannot recall for sure now, yesterday was a long day. I opened up some letters and cards that came along with the presents. I read them a few times each. Doing so, I realised that, these letters and cards sometimes give me greater satisfaction than any material gift.

Why did I write such a long pointless passage just to say that I enjoy cards and letters? I don't really know.