Sometimes,  being home alone is lonely. Depressing even.

Sometimes it can be the worst feeling in the world.

Sometimes, I kind of like it.

Sometimes, I don’t know what I feel.

I look around and everything is familiar, yet strange.

And time passes.

And I wonder if it will take me with it.

And then, I realize…

Fuck this. I need a vodka tonic and a good romantic comedy.

And Reese’s Peanut Butter Christmas Trees. God! Those are the best!