So. Today for the first time in 22 years I ate lunch. Alone. In a cafe. In public. Looking like a loner who has no friends, family or partner.

Suddenly feel so proud of myself. The girl who hates to be alone has finally embraced the harsh realities of life and grew up.

Or at least I want to think that I grew up. Let me retain this bit of self denial will ya? Thanks.

Disclaimer: I DO have friends, a family and a loving boyf. Lunching alone is by circumstances, not by choice. -.-