"SO, LET ME SLIP AWAY," AND MANY MORE FUN TEENAGE LYRICS FROM CHRIS CARRABBA.

It's a very disillusioning experience to wake up on your own in the morning.
And I mean that in a very non-hooker-ish sense.
I spent the last week sharing very minimal space with twenty-two other people, some of which disgusted me, most of which annoyed me, and some of whom adored me.
I miss them. I don't know how further to express it, but I can't handle the "encompassing" presence of my four other family members, compared to the casual nature of my, dare I say it, more compelling week with twenty strangers.
God, I miss them.
What else can I say?
I despise myself for feeling lonely.