Friday Nights

I hate Friday nights.

Sitting here, staring at a computer screen ‘cause I have no life and I have no friends and I have nothing else to do. Fridays just drive everything in, ‘cause everyone else is going out, partying, clubbing, drinking, whatever the hell they’re doing, just getting out of the house. I have nowhere to go, and no one to go nowhere with, and it’s so sad, so fucking sad that I want to cry, but I can’t and instead I have to laugh because I ran out of tears over myself long ago.

At school I can pretend that I’m hanging out with the group in front, drifting around the edge and they eye me with pity or disgust and I’m not too sure which is worse, but at least I can pretend I’m someone there, but here I’m all alone and there’s no one to pretend I’m friends with and fuck, I hate Friday nights.