Goddess of.. My own enemy?

I moved out to have more time alone.
I rarely feel like going out of my way to hang with people (friends, family, etc).
If given the choice, I'd work from home, alone.

I'm irritable, I am angry, I am sad.
I want people to care but I give them every reason not to.
I hang out with the same 3-4 people.

I spend Saturday night alone, feeling lonely but not reaching to friends because I know I'm "too lazy" to go out or do anything that doesn't involve sitting on the couch.

So I spend Saturday night on the couch, watching a sad movie and hoping the tears will come so I can get some release.

I tell myself it's because I love my new apartment so much.. That I never wanna leave.
I want to sleep all the time, or do nothing.

But I'm afraid the truth is, I am my own enemy:
"Isolation fuels depression, so reach out to others, even when you feel like being alone."

I'm off to Vermont tomorrow. I wanted to go alone but I felt guilty not taking my mom with me.. So I guess it's a blessing afterall that I invited her along. Now let's just work on being patient and less irritable.