tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536758433298103293.post6479942438000181001..comments2023-05-05T04:57:20.398-05:00Comments on Riding the Short Bus.: Mon petit pamplemousse.ashglunk13http://www.blogger.com/profile/07340024776790549300noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536758433298103293.post-55335269632999917332007-03-06T16:46:00.000-05:002007-03-06T16:46:00.000-05:00I must be weird---I like waking up alone now more ...I must be weird---I like waking up alone now more than I ever did. I hated it growing up but now I like having some me time. Then again---I have him all around me the rest of the damn time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536758433298103293.post-15364154289026500122007-03-05T15:17:00.000-05:002007-03-05T15:17:00.000-05:00I think we're all fearful of being alone. We all ...I think we're all fearful of being alone. We all strive for some sort of companionship, weather it be from friends or family.<BR/><BR/>That drive also makes us blind , keeping us in undesirable situations because we desperately need someone to keep us company.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00470244637077162517noreply@blogger.com