A Story About Me.
Sometimes I feel like I'm really different. Like something is wrong with me, something makes me think too much or feel too much or not be able to fake it or do the right things or say the right things to be more popular with people. I would like to think that everything happens for a reason and so maybe the fact that I didn't make friends in the dorms my freshman year, didn't click with everyone like everyone else did, maybe that's for some other purpose. Or maybe it's not, and I'll learn a lesson from it because well, human beings learn and so by default, I'll come up with some reason for why and who I am. Maybe things happen for a reason, maybe they don't. Regardless, I'm dragging tonight and I'm still lonely.
I want to go home, take a hot bath and drink a couple of glasses of red wine and go to sleep. Even calling Dave didn't help because he was in a hurry to do something else, which is understandable I guess. Whatever.
Does anyone else regularly get lonely for no reason, or sad? Like, ridiculously? Maybe I'm just in my twenties. What a strange time. Or ... maybe I should just get drugged up. Fuck.
I'm just lonely, and I don't like being lonely, and I don't know how to fix it.
I want to go home, take a hot bath and drink a couple of glasses of red wine and go to sleep. Even calling Dave didn't help because he was in a hurry to do something else, which is understandable I guess. Whatever.
Does anyone else regularly get lonely for no reason, or sad? Like, ridiculously? Maybe I'm just in my twenties. What a strange time. Or ... maybe I should just get drugged up. Fuck.
I'm just lonely, and I don't like being lonely, and I don't know how to fix it.