It’s like having a lot to say, sometimes things you need to say but no one to say it to. Who do I talk to? Or do I just need to let all these things rot inside me because I’m not special enough to have someone listen to me anymore?

It’s hard to get out of bed on long weekends and just live in the silence. I’m not an introvert. I don’t mind being alone for an evening or even a day, but it’s not particularly relaxing...in fact it’s distressing and depressing if it goes on too long.