Reason #53 Why Living Alone Sucks

I’ve been living alone for almost six months now. I’m still not used to it. Living alone wasn’t really my choice, but I thought it was a temporary situation, so I decided I’d give it a shot. Now I’m here for at least another six months. I’m trying to be OK with it.

Sometimes I like it. I like when I know I could go somewhere else, or when there’s someone I can call or text if I feel lonely. I like having someone out there that I can reach out to, so I don’t feel like I’m in a vortex in this apartment all by myself. Sometimes I feel like I’m going to get trapped in here, and no one will notice. I know, rational, and all.

This afternoon, I’m working from home, and I just saw something that definitely makes it unlikable. I was sitting here, legs crossed, laptop, well, in my lap, and I was actually on the phone with my mom, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw something out the window. I looked up, and there was a man’s head coming up over the gate outside. He popped up over the gate, looked at me, and jumped over and ran down walkway that runs along the side of my apartment. I jumped off the call with my mom, and called the apartment manager immediately. He said he was going to check it out.

I hate living here alone. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!

Stay out of my yard, creepazoids!

And where was my attack trained watch squirrel when I needed him???!!!??

Author: peggyluwho

What do you want to know? I'm a California native, and right now, I live 6 miles from where I was born. I'm single. I'm a feminist.

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