I’m most likely having my last weekend off for a while and I’m sitting at home wasting it. My friend that lives around here goes away on the weekends to visit her boyfriend. If I want to go downtown to hang out I need to crash there and that causes couch surfering plans which seem too difficult to plan out, plus I have to get there somehow. And besides if I do go out with the girls downtown they all have boyfriends that they are more interested in hanging out with and I end up being the tag along single friend, which I am starting to HATE being.
God who would have thought coming home would lead to a decline in a social life. I was always thinking I was coming home to a great group of friends that I couldn’t wait to see. But in reality, people have lives; they have busy lives and most of the time I’m just crashing in on them making their lives my own. Living with the parents and working this stupid part time job feels like I’m living a non-life. I’m in such a weird, unfriendly, lonely, unwanted part of my life right now. Nothing I do is what I want to do. I don’t have friends that I can play with whenever or that are willing to go on adventures. To tell you the truth I am just so damn bored with it all. I never do anything fun. I work, I sleep, and I live at my parent’s house. Doing anything on the weekend means I do it alone as there is no one that lives near me, on the weekends at least.
God I sound depressed don’t I? Well I guess I am. I’m in a rut and I hate it. I’ve been living someone else’s life for too long now. I wish I could get out of it...but it’s hard to get out of when all you have is yourself and your mom's car. Blah...Ill be in a better mood next time I swear, I hope. See what Mississauga does to a person! Man, I need to get out of here.
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