I sighed. It was but another day in a series of days that are hopelessly uniform. Actually, that may be overstating it a little. At least I have different classes in each day. College offers that much for my days. That particular morning though, I just didn’t see the point of getting up. When the radio is playing something obnoxiously bad, you know the temperature outside your bed is going to feel like negative fourteen degrees, and your head is full of sleep, getting up seems like a terribly daunting task. Nonetheless, I rose, and set out to battle my day to the very end of it.
Being lonely can be depressing. Actually, for me, it sort of feels like it’s damaging somehow, like if you’re lonely too much you will never be repaired. Something like that, anyways. I don’t know how to handle it. It sucks.
Anyways, Cheers.
-Louis
