silence is a killer
I hate being home. I don't like it. The silence is a killer. Even with the TV on. Even if I'm online. Even if I have music on. It's so depressing. I don't feel like talking to anyone, so I hardly ever call anyone or sign on AIM. I like being out. I like being at the bar. I like drinking. I hate the silence of being in the house. It will kill me. It's weird. I got up at 2:15 this afternoon. I dyed my hair, I showered I watched the Washington game, or part of it. I went online. I ate. I went online some more. I watched the end of the game. I took a nap. I read a bit. I ate some more. And now the Jaguars / Patriots game is on. And I'm watching that. But I feel like I'm going nuts. I need to get out of here. Though almost everyone needs a break from going out every once in a while. But I don't want a break. I don't want time to just be alone with my thoughts. My thoughts are killers as well. I hate the silence.
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