I can’t sleep. No surprise there though, I guess. I slept for a couple hours, but I kept waking up and around three I couldn’t fall asleep again. I hate waking up to an empty house. Part of me loves being alone, it’s calming and I don’t have to worry about stepping on anyone’s toes if I’m playing my music too loud or walking around in panties, but another part of me hates it. I hate that I start to feel lonely. There’s a difference between being alone and being lonely and I’ve seen both. I’m okay, though. I really am. Tonight’s just a lonely night I guess.