I'm not certain why it feels odd to admit that I'm SO alone - but it feels icky.
I've been alone most of my life. I've tried to make myself feel better thinking I'm a lone wolf -- a pioneer --
you know something cool like that. Fact of the matter is coming home just sucks. There's no one here. Just a dark apartment. No one to talk too, never any feedback, just silence. I think this is why I like music so much.
Most of the time, I do fine. Today though has been rough. I have this kitten, named Gracie -- and she just had surgery. She pulled out her stitches and had to go back to the vet. Now she's locked up in a cage for three days, scared and Mom is alone again, missing her.
So my fuzzy buddy is gone too..... at least for now.
I have friends, but they live in different towns. It just seems like everyone has family. Like everyone one has someone. I'm the oddball.
It just seems to add to my depression some days.
Thanks for letting me vent.