Home Alone on a Friday night.

I’m feel­ing over­stim­u­lated. This is the only night I’ve had alone for the last two weeks, and I haven’t caught up with Frank for the longest time.

Fridays nights always make me feel rest­less. I never ever want to do any­thing after a full day of work, and at the same time I want to be out. I feel so alone, yet I don’t feel lonely. Maybe I’m just too busy to feel anything. Or maybe I’m just get­ting used to the solitude.

It’s a self-imposed exile, so I can’t com­plain. There are so many things I could do, oppor­tu­ni­ties I could take, peo­ple I could see, but I never end up fol­low­ing through. Everything is so sta­ble and com­fort­able when I’m by myself.