The worst, if anything, about being alone...forever...is the being alone. Tonight I went out with a close alone...forever friend only to have her stolen away by a guy named "Joel" in the middle of the night. After being stolen away she danced with him for the remainder of the night and during down-times talked to him about their love for pescatarianism and kale.
A friend leaving you for a dude isn't always depressing. It is nice sometimes to be able to dance by yourself, to talk to strangers...alone (forever...). What really sucks is at the end of the night when you've realized you've made no connection with anyone and you're indeed...alone...forever.
It's 5AM and I've had 2 whiskey sours, 2 beers, and 3 glasses of wine. A lot of what is on my mind is flowing from a drunken, lonely mind that wants to fall asleep but also wants her phone to vibrate one more time.
Mazol Tov.
