sighhhh
sometimes you love having a day alone. other times, it drives you up the wall and you feel panic coming on. what’s the worst is when you can’t figure out HOW you feel about it :/ today is one of those days. I have plenty to do. I’ve had a great couple weekend days chilling with my friends. But i finally have one sunday dedicated to just me, like i promised myself, and i think i’m going mad?….
i dunno how i feel… that’s the worst. so i’m sitting at my kitchen counter in my pajamas, drinking green tea and cranberry juice, doing laundry and watching mary-kate and ashley in paris. they were my childhood, i loved all their stuff :) roomie is away for once, which is kinda awesome, can’t lie. but i feel like i’m flailing… i’m not sad. i’m not lonely. but i’m not content. maybe i just need to get up and move.
a walk in the warm sunshine is calling my name.
