Secondhand loneliness.

I revived old thoughts, returning to my alone aloof habit.

I needed no one. I need no one and I WILL need no one.

But I kinda do.

It’s never about needing someone. How should it have been about then? The unbound boundness?

I am extremely bored. I am extremely overwhelmed. I have things I should get done. First, put myself together. As doing so, I find my very old person. A free depressed soul. I think loneliness looks good on me. It makes me explore things around me so to prevent me from annoying other people.

I tend to cling onto anyone that gives me slight attention. I like the attention. People who mind their own business make me feel nervous. They feel cold to me. I need the attention.

WHY AM I LIKE THIS???

Eventually I am alone. I will soon be single. Who can stand my irrationality.

No one.

Do not find me.