Sometimes I think I'm agoraphobic.
I live in an awesome city with so much crap to do, and a great neighbourhood.
But, other than dog walks & grocery shopping with Craig, I have not left the house since Monday's breakfast at the Rhino. I just realized that now. Jesus.
Part of the problem is that I have no clue what to do; the other part is that I feel like I have no right to do anything cuz I don't belong.
The bitch is crazy, what can I say?
I don't do things alone anymore, and I'm not entirely sure why.
Since I'm going slightly stir crazy, I think it's time to get over myself. I have a right to do whatever the hell I want, wherever I want to. No one is gonna look twice at me, or judge me cuz I've flown the damn coop.
The personalities in my head are having a conference, hopefully they figure this shit out.