The story of why I feel so bad (part 1):


Alone.

What do you think of when you hear that word?

Lots of people think of the daunting silence of being alone. No one to talk to, to laugh with,… A room with four walls, totally empty.

I think of a vast amount of space in a field somewhere, where you can actually see tall, wind-blown grass meet with the sky, unlike anywhere here in the city. There’s still a sense of emptiness, but it’s not enclosed in four walls. There’s space. Potential for things to happen. That is my definition of “alone,” and

I like it.

I like being alone.

Read more! from: Life of The Scatterbrained

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One thought on “The story of why I feel so bad (part 1):

  1. And lonely as it is that loneliness
    Will be more lonely ere it be less—
    A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
    With no expression, nothing to express

    Frost

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