Another lonely night
Whatever compelled me to write on here after months of inactivity and hours of restlessness, I will never know.
I hate spending nights alone. Jolene is out with a friend, I have no friends…and even if I did they wouldn’t suffice. I need something to channel myself into. My band’s one hour a week practices are not enough. Whenever I’m at work I always count down the hours, minutes, and even seconds until I get off…only to count down until I start again as soon as I get home.
Little to nothing appeals to me, and the stuff that does generally grows unappealing fairly quickly. I find myself venting here not because it will make me feel better, but because I honestly can not think of anything else to do with my time and I can’t sleep. Mother fuck it all.
