Being alone sucks. It’s scary and not fun in the slightest. My pain in my butt boyfriend has deserted me for ten days for the holidays and took my puppies with him, and now I’m alone. Though it is sort of kind of my fault why he went up to his dad’s so early for Christmas vacation. I got him and his dad an early Christmas gift to a Falcons game. They haven’t been to a game together since he was a little kid so I thought that would be so fun. Stupid me, I was like “Oh it’s fine! You’ll have fun until I can come up on the 24th!” I forgot one teeny, tiny little detail and that is I hate being by myself. It literally freaks me out. He left the 15th, and it has been my own personal hell.