I've hardly been home, staying out til 2-2:30 every night, coming home to deathly silence and going to sleep when the sun comes up, only to get up and get dressed to come to work for the afternoon hours. Then back out again it is. I don't mind, hanging out, drinking a little, satisfying my overall craving for something different. But this distance and the fact that I don't mind being away all the time makes me wonder if there's something wrong to begin with. Well, there always is, isn't there? But I wonder if there's something that I'm running away from, or simply just trying to avoid confronting... maybe I'll never know.