I hate Saturday nights.
I’m always home alone. I’m either working on homework, doing chores, or sitting doing nothing.
When I’m home alone, I think. Thinking never turns out well because I just pity myself.
No, I’m not going out, I have work in the morning early. No, I’m not going out, I live on a tight budget so I can’t pay. No, I’m not going out, I don’t have anyone to hang with most Saturday nights. And the rare chance I do go somewhere on a Saturday night is to my parent’s house and I’m usually home by 8:30.
I just wanted to throw myself a pity party. I think I feel better now…that is until I start thinking again.