Here I am. I know I shouldn't be, but I am.

I don't know why I do this to myself. Everytime, I tell myself the same thing. "I'm never doing this again"

And yet, here I am, making the same mistake, feeling the exact same way I always do.

Maybe it's the horomones. Maybe it's the caffeine beginning to wear off and the exhaustion beginning to set in. Maybe both. Maybe neither. I don't know.

It's happening again, regardless. It always does. Here I am, all alone, surrounded by hundreds of people. All happy, or at least seeming that way. I can't relate.

Things are starting to die down. Everyone's got someone to go home with. Everyone has company. Everyone has somewhere to go, something to do, someone to do it with.

I walk home alone.