Independance.

Well, it turns out that living on your own isn't as fun as it sounds. I'm sure it would be funner if I had a job or friends but at the moment the only part of 'living alone' I am experiancing is the 'alone'. Being alone doesn't bother me. Being alone 3,000 miles from home, does. It's been two months since I've seen any of my family or friends. I am having no luck finding a job or friends here. I miss working. Doing nothing all day everyday is really starting to get to me. The depression is starting to get bad. I sleep almost all day, everyday. It's getting bad. This isn't anything like I thought it would be. The not wearing pants thing is awesome though. I really do love that. Being by myself all the time has really opened my eyes. Helped me realize who I am. What I want to do with my life. Along with decideding what I want to do with my life I have also realized that I don't need friends let alone a boyfriend. This has been a great realization for me. Although I hate being on my own it has been good for me. I have discovered a lot about myself.