I become such a recluse in the summer.
It’s not that I don’t miss my friends or want to spend time with them. It just sort of happens.
I get invited to things and sometimes I go, but most of the time I turn it down.
Then they stop inviting me places and I get sad because no one wants to spend time with me. And then I feel left out in the new memories and experiences they now share and …blerg.
It’s a vicious cycle I throw myself into.