One is the loneliest number...

It's hitting me- the first pangs of true loneliness.

It was fine when I was with B and J. Their lifestyle is so different than mine, my brain knew that I was just visiting.

Then SOULS. That was so refreshing and wonderful. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, and spending lots and lots of time with J kept the loneliness at bay. I felt at home.

Now, I truly am at home- my grandparent's house in Y. And it's just me and them. And just me. By myself. In my room. Alone.

J, where are you? Come giggle with me!! *Sigh*

I'm going to bed.

Alone.