26 Nisan 2015, Pazar
saat: 19:06
Okay, don't get me wrong, I love going out with our friends and trying new restaurants and checking out cool events. But sometimes party regret hits me harder than it hits other people – those nights where I just know I'm trying and failing to have fun, and I just want to go home and put on my sweatpants. As much as I enjoy other human beings, I crave solitude. Even with people I care about, sometimes I’m itching to escape. I’m calculating time left. I’m wondering when it’s okay to leave. I don't know, maybe it’s an addiction and I’ve been avoiding the truth until yesterday, when A. got mad at me for wanting to leave yet another party early.
I keep wondering, though: Is that normal? Did I get addicted to being alone? Is there something fundamentally wrong with me?
