My mom always say, I must always find alone time to do things for myself, and I do. Yet, I find myself envying those people who never seem to run out of things to take care of.

I guess I spend too much time by myself, not going anywhere on weekends, unless it's absolutely necessary. I read books, I watch tv, I learn songs to play on my guitar, but somehow I still get bored.

I need a vacay, at least I think I do. I love the beach, but I haven't been near one for almost a year. I can go window shopping, but I get depressed when I see things I like that I can't afford.

I have too much time on my hands. I need to keep myself busy...