self pity

Is it sad I go week by week looking forward to Thursday nights, when I know I'll be on the sketchy yet beloved light rail on my way home for four days? I've become content/ finally accepted the fact that I'll usually be on my own if one of the four people I'll honestly call friends up at Towson can't chill. I used to like it this way, like in high school. I don't know. I think so much is new I don't want to have to wait until Thursdays to come home to someone.
(depressing and over dramatic. I'm aware)

I want this every night