Living alone seems to be quite fun after all.
I don't have to worry about cleaning the mess that has been made by someone
else. There's no one present to tell me how lovely I am, but then again,
that didn't happen even when I had someone there who could have said so.
I can be happy about my cleaning and myself, because there's nobody to
ignore me and letting me know how unappreciateable I am.
We had plans with ex to have a movie night but he cancelled it last
night and for some smart-ass reason doesn't answer to my messages
concidering that. It's bit funny, because he did himself originally
ask me if the Tuesday was ok. Better for me of course. I have lots
of dull homework to do.