Sunday Emotional Vommit

I'm going to write some good blogs, I promise. But right now I need to emotionally vommit on being single and Sundays. I hate them. I've always hated them and as long as I'm single I will probably always hate them.
Sunday has traditionally been a "family" day in my life. As long as I am single, I will never get used to being alone on Sundays. I will probably always get just a little depressed, feel sorry for myself and make bad choices like eating too much to make me feel better about my loneliness or seriously thinking of inviting guys over that I know are bad for me. Just so I don't have to be alone.

About the time I can't stand being alone in the house anymore, I get out of my pajamas, take a shower, fix my hair and decide to go out. By the time I get out and get ready to go to the bookstore, which is often my solace when I'm really lonely, the darn bookstore is closed because I waited too long to go.

So here I sit. I contacted my favorite bad habit for some company tonight. It seemed like hours and he hadn't responded when in reality it was only about 45 minutes. I decided to go to the movies instead and told my bad habit I made other plans. But here I sit and now I don't want to go. *sigh* This really sucks.

The grocery store is a great way to break up boredom but with my boredom comes bad food choices like ice cream and chips which I tend to drown my sorrows in. I am determined to make better food choices this year and I know I am having a weak moment right now so I think I will wait to go grocery shopping until tomorrow when I'm in a better place.

Sometimes I really despise Sundays...especially Sunday nights. I need to make a resolution to find myself a good man this year and stop pushing everyone away because I'm scared of getting in to a bad relationship again.