Another Sunday late afternoon and evening.

I wonder what it's like to not be fearful every Sunday evening of your life.  I remember so many Sunday nights in college.  My two best friends and I would go pick up a large, rectangular sheet of NY style pizza at Pizza City.  It was awesome.  But I always remember it being dark outside when we'd go to pick it up, then end up eating it in one of our dimly lit rooms or in a dorm stairwell.  Being with my friends was the only way I could make it through Sunday evenings.  Of course, I couldn't tell anyone how rotten I felt.  No one would've understood.  No one can even begin to understand how out of place and lonely I was for the three years I was there.  You just cannot imagine.