I feel down. I’m not sure if it’s depression, or boredom, or both. Probably both. I’ve been upbeat and peppy (or trying to be) for the past few days. I’m not sure if it suits me anymore.

Jane and I went to a tavern around the corner on Saturday and had some fun. Way too much to drink, but we didn’t even pay for all of them. It’s the first time someone has bought me a drink that I didn’t know! It was some strange milestone in a way, I guess. I’ve decided not to go out drinking much anymore, though. As fun as it is to get out there and dance and have some fun, I can have fun without alcohol in my system, too. The bloated feeling the next day and the extra pounds are so not worth it. Not to mention the price of the tab at the end of the night.

The guy we were talking to and Jane both told me that I’m the kind of person everyone likes to talk to. Apparently I’m happy, bubbly and fun. I think it was the alcohol talking. Though, I was very bubbly and happy in high school. Where exactly did that person go? These days I’m lucky if I leave my bedroom.

I guess I’m still just trying to figure out where I fit, or something. Who knows. I just feel lonely. Which is funny, because I’ve seen more people in the past two weeks than I have in the past two years before that combined.