Privately. And for everyone. It sucks to live alone. It sucks to come home and see no one waiting for you there, every day, every day the same. It sucks no matter what people tell you. Oh yes, it motivates. To find yourself in art, in working, cooking, hobbies, blah blah – whatever. It does, and it leaves you so much time. But it sucks. Sorry for that, I still love it, my life. Just this tiny bit freaks me out for days now. And I’ve got no idea what to do with it.
Love you all, who are reading it. Thank you for being with me.