I don't want to go to house-sit again this weekend, but I feel bad being so bitchy about it because I know damn well why it's necessary. I just don't want to. Really truly don't want to. It's not like there's something wonderful and special going on that I need to be here for, but dammit... I'm sick of having to be there almost every weekend since mid-March. And I hate being alone there. I hate being alone, period. I don't know why. I think I'm scared. Scared of being lonely, I guess. Of all the ways I've ever felt in my life, lonely is the worst.
I'm supposed to be somewhere, I think. I should go.