Living on your own

This should be considered a journal entry of someone living on there own for the first time.

12 in the afternoon and I have nothing.
Is it always this hard on your own?
To be alone, it's like nothing you've ever felt.
It's freedom, yet prison.
I can finally go to party until 2
But what else could I afford to do?
It's miserable and magical
Intensifying yet immobilizing
I get a rush coming home from work
But I don't hear stupid cartoons or see siblings acting like buffoons
Am I the only one to feel this way?
Will al of this eventually go away?
It's crazy how the world works,
They have you dreaming big but starting so small.
I guess I should complain, I am happy here.
It just not the same.