I have a lot on my mind, as usual. I hate spending my weekends alone. Not only does it make me lonely, but it makes me feel like I have nothing better to do on a weekend than sit in my room and watch TV and study. Granted I have a huge test on Monday, but I still feel like I should be doing something better.
Then those feelings in turn make me feel like I should be doing something better with my life. Then I just feel like an idiot for thinking that because what else am I really going to do in this part of my life? I feel like I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing--the whole college thing and living away from home. But it's the times I'm alone where I just feel there has to be something else.
Maybe I'm crazy. I don't know. I just know that I fall asleep most of my nights crying and waking up each day not very enthused about anything. What's wrong with me? Give me something to be happy about.
