games night at Hestr’s. By all means, it’s great.
Friday used to be my night of letting my hair down. Then it wasn’t anymore. I can’t protest. I have no real big problems. I just feel… empited and sad and lonely and yet I know I have more than most. I wish it would stop.
Now I have to make sure I snap out of it by tonight. Somehow I have to find a balance, being ina good mood without trying to overdo it to make others feel comfortable.