All Alone

Well, here I sit at my mom's house, totally alone, save the constantly screeching cockatiel appropriately named Phoebe (I say appropriately named that because, she's a ditz much like Phoebe of 'Friends'). I have made one of the biggest decisions of my life by moving back into my mom's house...I understand that it's for the better, but right now, all I can think of is how fucking alone I am feeling right now. I mean, even if my mom were in the house, I would still feel this way. I have always hated being alone, save the times when I needed 'me' time, but even then I liked knowing people were there. In high school, when I would be home alone, I used to punch things such as walls (never made a mark thank goodness), the carpet (had to do it in a scraping motion, otherwise what was the point if it didn't do any damage to me), and occasionally a door (yes, I did make a mark, but my brother made a bigger one in the same spot later on). Needless to say, and if you hadn't already gotten the jist, I hate being alone. I've had two people tell me how proud they were of me and my decision to move out. I can't see much good out of this, though I know there is tons good about it, I just, I'm out of my environment, out of my comfort zone. But I have one thing to look forward to, Greenday, and even I don't feel as enthused as a few other people are, I'm nowhere near that level of enthusiasm, I'm sorry, I'm sure that could be considered as some sort of sin, kill me after I get you home from the concert, okay? OMG, I'm 23 and I'm just sitting here lol, how odd. Of course I do have 'new' hair so to speak. Red hair, which I tend to forget is red until I look in the mirror and freak out lol, not really in a bad way though. Well, I guess peace out for now, I'll probably have more to say in a few hours, all this time on my hands.

Grr, sorry for being so pathetic, bare with me, please!