Where lonely weekend #126 was one of the best lonely weekends, #166 was one of the 5 worst for several weekends.
First, it was 4th of July weekend, and my tiny little town goes bat shit crazy during 4th of July weekend. The barely 1,000 population in this town looks more like a New York City block during rush hour. People come from all the way from Florida, if not further away, to see Galeton’s fireworks display. Being lonely with all those people around makes it 10 times worse.
Secondly, I spent the entire 2 weeks before absolutely stoked that my friend Nicole was gonna come up and hang out with me. Since we never hung out before it would have made my 4th of July 10 times better, but that didn’t happen. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised anymore.
Third, no sleep. I went to bed late and woke up early just so I could be awake when Nicole showed up. Again, that didn’t happen. I even cancelled 2 fishing trips with my dad and brother so I could be here incase Nicole showed up.
All in all, it was one of the worst weekends I’ve lived through in my life, and the first real time I question why I’m even alive anymore.
