It’s hard

I’m struggling. The other day I was talking with a friend about how when I get home at night I just drop everything where it wants to drop and how it stays there for a while. She told me it was a sign of depression. I’ve been trying very hard to deny I’m depressed but I’m afraid she might be right. I’m trying to put … Continue reading It’s hard

I’m not a fan of the weekend

Call me weird, but weekends are not my favourite moments. They seem to emphasise the lonely feeling. Saturdays are still okay, at least you can go for shopping therapy, although my budget really doesn’t allow that. But Sunday’s are hard. You don’t want to impose on friends who cherish this moment with their families, you think about all the things you should be doing but … Continue reading I’m not a fan of the weekend