Loneliness Leads To Spontaneity Leads To Fun
Emma sat in her small living room on her favourite chair curled up in a red blanket wearing her favourite oversized t-shirt and black cycling shorts. The TV remote was on her left and an empty bottle of white on the table to her right. She drained the last bit from her glass and slammed it down onto the table with the bottle. “Bastards,” she cursed to no one in particular. In her twenty-five years of life she had never felt so damn lonely. It was a Saturday night and most of her friends were...