And now, the real isolation begins…
My roommate is moving out.
Honestly, I’m not too broken up about it.
Towards the end we really weren’t getting along at all.
And I hated having to sit here in the dark at 9:30pm because she went to sleep early and complained when I had the lights on.
It will be nice to finally be able to do what I want without having to think about anyone else.
And I can finally talk on the phone in the middle of the night.
My only concern is for my self. It’s not good when I am left alone, and now I will be left alone almost nonstop for 2 months. My mind takes advantage of being the only one around.
