Friday, May 1, 2009
Over the past month or so I have come to realize...
I really, really dislike being by myself. Like physically by myself in an empty house.
Isaac is gone to his dad's.
As usual, my parents are gone to Lancaster.
TV blaring just so the house doesn't feel so cavernous....
Nothing to do....
All night...
No one to talk to...
Before I thought that I would love it.
But actually I hate it.
I hope I don't become a depressed heap when I move.
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2 comments:
Oh I love alone time probably because I NEVER get any!!
I like being alone for a couple hours, and then it gets old. It'd definitely take some getting used to. I also have to make sure the hallway is well-lit on the way to . . . well, anywhere at night. I get all convinced that a rapist is waiting somewhere for me, or that a big spider (or something else) will jump out and kill me and turning on the light helps a little bit. Definitely would take some getting used to.
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