I sleep on the couch more than my own bed.

More and more I find myself alone. It's not that I don't mind at all. I've got my music, video games, and I even acquired Netflix recently. But still, it's a shame to be alone. My mother is usually out with her boyfriend, my boyfriend lives five hours away, and when I'm not working, my friends are and vice versa. Sure, I have a few number of friends I talk to online, but recently I've been striving for physical contact. I can't help human nature.

The only time I really go out of the house on my own is to go to work. I'd like to quit my job soon, but I want to make sure I have another job secured before I even think about putting in a three week notice. You know, unless you have worked in fast food before, you might not realize how much crap they deal with when it comes to customers.

Because of my mom spending the night at her boyfriend's place more often, I've been put in charge of taking care of our blind dog. I don't mind at all, but the thing is that our basement is blocked off from her (That's where the cat food is, and she tends to eat it), and that's where my bedroom is. I'm not comfortable sleeping in my mother's bed for odd reasons, so I sleep on the couch. It's like my bed now, which is kind of sad. It's almost as if every other night I get to sleep in my bed. Couch, bed, couch, bed. I hope this pattern ends once school starts again.

I feel like I should draw, but I'm lacking any motivation to get off the couch in the first place. My beat up sketchbook (beat up because of a mental breakdown I had yesterday) is in my room, and I don't want to get up.

I've practically done nothing all day except lie around and roleplay.

Blah.