I'd Rather Be Home Alone, Listening to My Radio
I’m dating my radio.
OK, don’t get judgy. And before you picture me in my New York City apartment, sitting endlessly in my jammies, singing “All By Myself” into a hairbrush-cum-microphone, surrounded by ten cats, let me first say that I’m still kind of a babe and, frankly, men dig me. Done.
But in a city such as this, where people are strange when you’re a stranger, you long for a connection.
However, there’s a genuine difference between being alone and feeling lonely.
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