Weekend Alone
It’s been a wierd weekend. I’m not always so good about being alone. I wish I was more motivated….that I had cleaned house, and cleaned out drawers, and accomplished SOMETHING!! But, no…I mostly watched TV…layed around. Wishing I wasn’t alone, but not making any efforts to change it. Sometimes I am such a loner. I try to figure out if it’s because I prefer to be alone, or if I just don’t really have anyone that wants to hang out w/ me. And, unfortunately, if I’m really honest…I think it’s the later. Not that I don’t have friends..I do. I feel like I have a lot of people who deeply and genuinely love me. If I needed them, they would be here in a minute. For that, I’m better off than probably most in the world. But, with the exception of my amazing H…no day-in-day-out kind of friends that want to spend a Friday and Saturday night w/ nothing else to do…w/ me. It always becomes painfully clear on the days that H is gone. *sigh* I need a sister. And, not one that lives across the country from me. I need a sister whose willing to move in next door. I hate sleeping alone. I really really hate it.
