Sundays; Sometimes i love them, the opportunity to do nothing, spend the day nursing a hangover, getting my chores done, watching a box set or spending the day spreading my legs and watching porn for most of the day.
Of course, i equally hate them. Waking up alone, making breakfast and then eating alone, mooching around the house, reaching out on apps for some interaction that usually lasts for a day or two and then leaves me feeling empty, but most of all not hearing from anyone that i know.
Being single sucks when the majority of your friends are in relationships. At weekends, they crack on with life with their partners and resume chatting once Monday hits. They kinda forget that us singletons can be left by ourselves, well that’s how it is for me anyway.
This weekend has been the first hard one in quite a few weeks.
No Plans. No messages. No acknowledgment.
It gets hard to reach out when you think that people don’t care. You don’t want to bother them. You almost start thinking “if they cared they would make contact, so i’ll see how long it takes for them to make contact” – but of course you push yourself to not think like that because its not healthy, but the reality is that its a little bit true.
Then it just makes me feel even more alone that someone doesn’t miss you.