for some reason, coming home tonight to a turned on porch light made me smile.
it’s nice to know that someone thinks about me coming home, even if it’s only my grandma.
it nice to know someone likes sleeping in my bed, even if it’s only my dog.
there are worse things in the world.
at the end of the day, i’m much happier alone than with a group of fair weather friends.
i’m starting to worry because i enjoy music, movies, and books more than most people i know.
i find them to be far more rewarding and worth my time.