I've been really sad lately about not being able to handle being alone with my thoughts. I feel like a cowardice. I just pout. And pout.
Somehow I don't feel complete anymore if I'm not even slightly miserable. Or lonely. I think I've always been like this though. It's just so quiet nowadays that I'm only clearly acknowledging it now.
Somehow I don't feel complete anymore if I'm not even slightly miserable. Or lonely. I think I've always been like this though. It's just so quiet nowadays that I'm only clearly acknowledging it now.