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#997817 added November 6, 2020 at 11:10pm
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DAY 2912 November 6, 2020
Finally, it's Friday. What brings you joy on Friday? For me, when my kids were home, we had pizzas and binger watched movies. Now, that's it 's Vic and I we play games while listening to music. I really look forward to playing chess. So what about you?





When Friday rolls around it usually means I have no more work so I can just relax. There isn’t anything specific I do today except possibly call Kat. She is normally free after 9 PM so we can chat and see how the other’s day was. It’s a nice little thing we do. But that’s about it, honestly. Pretty boring.

However, I’ve always wanted to go out to a party or something. I’m pretty sure the noise and drinking alone would send every part screaming in me to leave, but at least I could say I’ve been to a highschool party. Or that someone invited me. My weekends have always been lonely in terms of friends or actually doing things, being in high school just made me realize it more.

And because I know it’s a stupid thing to feel bad about, I try to focus on something else when I start thinking about it. Still, sometimes it lingers. So in those moments I try to tell myself to chill out considering it’s such a trivial matter but It doesn’t work. Loneliness is a jerk. I don’t know, I just thought getting older would be interesting or fun and for the most part, it has been neither. I’ve done some cool things but somehow, it feels different, I suppose. Little kid me had to many high expectations.

Until next time *Cookie3*

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