This summer isn't starting well. Another month and a half left and this one weekend already is battering me down really badly. I suppose it's partly caused by the holiday; it's one of the many holidays that people spend with their friends having fun. Good for them but every time I look out of the window and see the silent streets, I am reminded about my own social life.. or lack thereof. No friends, no acquitances, no one. Alone.
I don't even get much out of books. I've watched Dexter's third season and Torchwood's first season today and yesterday, and now I don't have no company left of any kind. Even radio is playing just pre-recorded playlists.
I know, I'm whining. This was, however, the pressing thing in my mind at the moment and writing here makes me feel a tiny connection to others.
