Monday

It's been an oddly quiet evening. One where I thought maybe something would happen and nothing did. I almost called the old guy, but decided not to. Decided not to call him again. See how long it takes him to call me, and when that will be, and why.

Young boy is apparently up for more of my ridiculousness; he wants to hang out later this week. That's great, but I don't know how much longer I can go without so much as a peck on the cheek. I need physical attention as well as other kinds.

On another note, I don't really like school anymore. I just want to go to my job and do that and not worry about other stuff. No homework, no papers, no more artwork, blah blah blah. I just want to be able to come home and veg out like most normal people. I hate having stuff to do when I come home, and I end up putting it off because I just don't feel like it.

Anyway, it's Monday night. I tried to call you. Tried to call Cheryl. Tried to call my disappointing friend. No one called back. The boy didn't call. The young boy didn't call, either. Another night alone. But what else is new, right?