I don’t mind being alone.
Most days I’d rather be alone anyways. I don’t mind shopping by myself. Walking by myself. Eating by myself. Reading by myself. But much as I enjoy being alone, I hate the feeling of loneliness. The empty, nervous sorrow on the inside of your stomach. The ache resting on your heart. The memories replaying in your mind. All I want is to feel loved again. At the end of the day, I always find myself feeling lonely. It sucks a lot.
