nightingale

I went to a pub to meet a friend last night and he didn't turn up. I sat there for an hour and then decided to walk home. Haven't heard from him at all. This was my only plan for social interaction with anyone other than my family for weeks. It is really sad that I look forward to little things so much that I am this disappointed when I have to spend an evening by myself again. I feel like I've been forgotten, that I'm slowly disappearing. I wish I wan't so melodramatic.