Home alone

I'm home alone.
 
But this time is a little different from the ones before. I'm home alone only at night. Working all day helps. I manage to fall asleep at some point, even if I'm restless through the night and keep waking up in between. It's so much better than the long, sleepless nights.
 
Feeling pretty disoriented these days. At work and even otherwise. Feel like I'm between worlds, between thoughts and actions. Feel like I don't know what I'm going to do next. Feel like I don't know what's going to happen to me next. I know tomorrow is going to be a shitty day and I wish I could stay away.
 
Then after that is the Saturday night, the weekend, which I have to spend alone. Reading Olivia Joules and the Overactive Imagination by Helen Fielding. It's a good read and I wish I could travel on assignments like her, even if it's for face-cream launches. For anything.