I woke up around four. After an hour of struggling to get back to sleep in a desperate attempt to avoid any social obligations of conversation with others I might have, I accepted my defeat and got out of bed.

As I walked out of my bedroom closing the door behind me my roommate asked me from the living room "How you doing bud?" Walking down our apartment's hallway I smelled weed. As I sat down on the couch my roommate passed me a mostly smoked joint. Burning my fingers as I took it I awkwardly took a puff from the joint before placing the roach in the ashtray on our coffee table.

Putting out the roach I turned to my roommate "Plan for tonight?"

"Fuckin bitches getting money."

"Same as every night?"

"Yeah you know going out to a bar with some friends. You doing anything tonight?"

I considered asking to join him before I realized how pathetic it would look when he refused me. "Just chilling." I eventually said, "Might have a female over."

"I see you, man." My roommate replied as he put on his jacket "See you tomorrow hopefully."

As my roommate walked out of the apartment I texted a few ex-girlfriends and grabbed some beer from the fridge. As I played video games and drank I checked my phone every hour or so to see no notifications. At eight I called several friends, all had plans for the night I didn't fit into. At six I woke up on the couch.

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