I can find pleasure in keeping most of the things all by myself.
I don’t know. It makes me grow, and it makes me believe that I can do things, minimal or great, without having the obsession of wanting others so badly. It makes me feel safe. And lonely. And happy. But it’s worth the time.
Maybe one day I would be over it. But for the moment, I should probably just watch the evening sky and cover myself with blankets made of stars.