Fuckin' Saturday night. I thought I was done with this sort of thing. The sort of thing where I'm drinking alone in my apartment. The sort of thing when I can't go to sleep because I'll just lie there as the buzz wears off. When I want to go somewhere, anywhere, and be with people, not necessarily socialize, but just be around them. So I can feel as if I have some connection to the world. But I don't know where to go or who I can call. The loneliness. The depression.
I thought I was done with this.