I almost forgotten how life was being alone. Having the space to breathe feels overwhelmingly-blissful. Sometimes I just want time on my own to do MY STUFF. Being able to blog, and not having eyes peeping. Listening to MY KINDA MUSIC, I’m a rock lover that loves to blast the volume, which seems to be a problem to others. Chatting with my babes on MSN, being able to type shit or even webcamming, without having, yet another pair of eyes around to judge or interrupt. Just spacing out simply requires nobody trying to snap me out of my sudden moment of silence. Oh my, farting without someone commenting about it, feels great! I can almost cry out in happiness to a moment like this.
Don’t be mistaken though, having someone around is great, it’s a privilege for sure. But all the time 24/7 a day… I think I’m gonna explode soon. I feel so suffocated. I feel so stress. Being in the same room, which is tiny. Whatever you do the person is always just right next to you. The only time I have to myself, is during my business in the toilet.
Yet when I’m alone for too long, it gets boring and I just get so annoyed over the fact his not around. I kinda figured I sound damn selfish and I guess I am. What a complexity, I wish there was a way to fix it. Though I do realize, we are the ones that made it complicated. Too much of anything is just bad, simple as that. I need to just get away for awhile. Which reminds me how much I’m still dying to go on a holiday.
Yes, I figured I was using “I” allot. Which once again, reflect on the fact that I sound so self-centered and only care about nobody but myself.
Now thinking about it, the emotional instincts seems to crawl it’s way through my thick skull. How do you mend something that’s too broken to be fixed? All the negativity added together seems almost hopeless for anything to help with the process of healing, let alone, we are talking about a broken heart.