Target tart

Haha
Back to this hu?
I had a brief social life. What was it? 3, 4 weeks?
Suppose I have to accept the fact that I do not work socially. I was always secretly happy when people asked me to go out to a bar etc even when I said no all the time. At least they always asked me. It was comforting and I felt asif I could slip into Mr Social as soon my anxiousness subsided.
Then I started going out. Now people have stopped asking me out.
Saturday night is approaching. It’s like I’ve just moved to a new city and I don’t know anyone…how can a place you’ve lived in for 20 years feel like a mystery town?
I never know what is going to happen round here. I’m staring at a blank wall and my aunty is staring back.
“Your aunty?”
Yes. She’s 50.…alone, surrounded by animals as a way to reduce the loneliness. She lives in a small flat and she can’t afford to put her heating on. She doesn’t have friends, she doesn’t have boyfriends….SHE IS ALONE.
Tonight she will be watching a film she has rented out. I will be doing the same thing. She’ll have some snacks prepared. I will also have some snacks prepared.
Aint life wonderful?
Feel like I’ve been handed a life sentence.
Anyways, that’s enough of the negative. Marks moving into a new house, I should have offered to help but it didn’t cross my mind at the time.