I'm sitting here wondering how things would have turned out for me if my mom hadn't decided to move to NY.
I would have probably been in college right now, with a job, and would have had a great social life. Man, I had such a wonderful social life. I knew everyone and I turned down so many opportunities to go out and do fun things because I didn't feel like it.
And now here I am with no one and I would kill to just take a walk in a park with someone. I regret not realizing how good I had it in Florida.
I've ignored everyone for about a week now and I feel bad but I really don't feel like talking to anyone anymore. I feel bad that I LIKE not talking to anyone anymore.
I think once my mom and I get all the boxes out of my room, thus giving me my own space, I'll feel a lot better. Living and sleeping on the couch was pretty much a set up for depression to creep out.
