Okay. Maybe if you just write this out quick and fast then it won't really matter. But you're lonely. Your life doesn't feel as full since you've moved to the city. You were always busy when you were in college. You were on teams or just hanging out with the guys. There was never really a night when you got to sit there and go "hmm, now what?" Now there is. Like last night, you spent two hours playing with Peanut and Butter. Butter walked away after a while and watched from a "safe" distance, while Peanut kept barking and jumping around.
You aren't really complaining really. You don't hate your life. You really enjoy it. You're just a little lonely. Now this is written and hopefully forgotten.
You aren't really complaining really. You don't hate your life. You really enjoy it. You're just a little lonely. Now this is written and hopefully forgotten.