I hate feeling isolated like this, and I know it's just dumb because I'm not really by myself. I just want to talk to someone and no one is there to talk to at the moment.
Listen to me, all melodramatic.
This is part of the reason why I love books so much--they provide a companion, or give me a place to escape to. I sound like a grammar-school "reading is fun" cliche, but there it is!
I'll spare you all the rest of my late-night musings and get back to my book, which is actually pretty illuminating--it happens to coincide with some things going on in my life right now which is kind of ironic, especially since I bought it about eight months ago. I will finish it tonight! That is my goal.