So, today I discovered how much I hate Sundays. It's the laziest day of the week, and somehow I always end up doing something alone. Like tonight. Everyone has a family dinner/things with friends/goodbye parties ect... And in the words of keith: Can't you stay at home for one night?....See the truth is, I can't. In fact HOME is the where I feel out of place. I love coming home when everyone's a sleep. I come home to no akwardness. Today I woke up at 5, my house noisy as hell filled with people..they are all still here actually. I can take this. I can take this. I can take this.

I'm going out to watch a movie now.

Bye.