Monday, August 27, 2012

Dear living alone,

I'm so over you.  It was a little interesting at first, but now I'm just bored and lonely.  I think that if I wasn't house sitting for a cat I would have gone crazy with loneliness.  I can imagine that eventually people age out of living with room mates, but right now it just feels necessary.  I bang around the house doing nothing and it's horrible.  I'm not living alone again for a long time.


love,
hannah

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