Carly Hill, Arts Editor
I hate being alone. No, really. Ask my friends, or look at their phones, which probably have 20 unanswered text messages at this very second.
Now at 21 years old, I got lonely.
However, there is one surprising thing I actually enjoy doing alone.
I get the biggest rush from going to concerts by myself.
After getting a freelance gig at a music magazine, requiring me to venture...