Restless

I absolutely hate Sundays because they're a constant reminder of how my life should be and yet isn't. I wished I had friends that jioed me out on a Sunday brunch, or maybe like a Sunday shopping spree but seems like everyone is hard at work mugging for mid years. Sometimes I wonder what makes my life so different from that of my sister's, well because her 18-year-old life consisted of going out almost everyday, be it for celebrating a friend's birthday, shopping, or having lunch/dinner/breakfast with different groups of people almost everyday. I can't help but feel that I'm wasting my life away.