TESCO BAGS

One really is the loneliest number.

I realize that now as I'm sitting alone in my kitchen, typing this blog and listening to Glee music.

Living in a dorm is one of the best decisions anyone can make. I thought it would be horrifically uncool to live in the dorms as a third year, I thought I could live in a flat. I was right. I can physically, mentally, and spiritually be alone most of the time, cooking my own food and living my own life. Making tea. Drinking coffee. Being in charge of my own damn self. Getting up in the morning. Dragging my butt to class.

I can never, ever live in my own apartment. I always need someone there. I'd go absolutely crazy if I were all alone, all the time. I would never do anything.

I know there's a youtube video of "How to be Alone". I know I've looked at it many times. I've tried to find comfort in it. I'm just not one of those people. I used to be. But then I went out, walked around looking for Palak Paneer (DIDN'T FIND IT), and ended up getting sandwich supplies. I made myself a sandwich. I felt better.

Maybe half of my loneliness is me being hungry all the goddamn time.

And Tesco bags are a bitch and a half. I can never get them open.