I desperately need to spend some time around people who want to be around me. Sure, people like me here. But nobody goes out of his/her way to hang out with me and I miss that. I miss being wanted. I need a night out. A night out that includes gossip and alcohol and laughing and not necessarily in that order because sometimes alcohol comes before the gossip and laughter comes before any of that when you’re with real friends.

I miss my family. I miss my family and I miss my old job and I miss going to that god-awful Applebee’s on karaoke nights because it was the only place open until 1am on a Thursday.

I just miss home so much.

Everything became one hundred thousand times more difficult the second I decided to make myself happy. School, work, money, health. It’s so… strange. Like I’m not meant to be truly 100% happy.

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