I am Sarah Morrison and I can’t be alone

I hate living alone. It has been my personal downfall. Details withheld, I don ‘t do well with it. I am not good at being alone in general. Some people judge me for this. Sure, I am of marrying age and need a BFF by my side or boring useless boy void of rent, living in my apartment to make it thru my days. I like the company. I need the company. Some don’t.

Lately, once my 10 pm boredom hits, I venture back up to Missbehave knowing Sally’s there. She rolls her eyes at first, but always let’s me in. She likes being alone. So I work from a corner of the office where I won’t bother her. Today she told me she loved being alone. And sort of finally mentioned her confusion with me and my need for company.

Validate me or call me crazy below….

How to congratulate your ex on his recent engagement!

I went over the appropriate text to send to send to Mike in my head, then out loud to Olivia, then out loud to Mary, then to both of them, and then finally out loud to myself for three days straight. The regular “Sarah-Morrison-bitchy-sarcastic-I-am-obviously-smarter-than-you-tone” didn’t seem appropriate. I settled with confused and oblivious.

Here is the transcript:

Me-”You are getting married?!?”

Mike-”Yup”

Me-”Fun!”

How did I do guys?