Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend. Somewhere along in the bitterness. And I would have stayed up with you all night. Had I known how to save a life.

It’s Bastille Day, or at least it was. I had a croissant in commemoration. Joie.
Unfortunately it just means this is another Friday that I spend alone. It’s odd, sometimes, to think of just how many of these I’ve gone through. Each one seems difficult. You’d think that after a while I’d find something to do to get me through, something that works each time. Obviously I haven’t died of loneliness yet, but damn if I hate being bored.
I wish I was one of those confident people who could go out alone and still find a party. I wouldn’t know the first place to look. I want to take a road trip. but the practical side of me says, Hey, what about that money you don’t have? I feel infinitely old at those times.
Today on the CBS Morning Show they gave away a vacation to a woman, a mother, who had never been on a trip, never went to a fancy restaurant, who raised her kid alone after her husband died, never having the means to travel. I don’t want to be that woman, unless someone is planning on sending me a on a free vaca.
I can’t stand the waiting, but I don’t know how to start.