So, Friday night. What comes to mind when you hear those words? Fun? Freedom? Celebration? Probably, yes. But, in actuality, who does that? Sure, I mean, Charlie and Lillian (Not their real names), post a snapchat literally every weekend, showing off their wild party nights, sleepovers, etc. 🙁
And, to be honest, it’s just depressing! I feel like I’m wasting my life, sat here at home, unsocial af. I’m not even 18 yet, and still feel like I’m missing out. 14 is the new 18 🙄.
All this pressure, to just do things on a Friday. Part of me WANTS to go socialise, but I’m so awkward it’s just…
The other part sighs at myself for staying in with Sherlock and ice cream. Ugh. My brain.