I'll never stop with these feelings of guilt. This strain to separate myself from people on a whole doesn't seem to do me any good. I feel to be alone in my heart anyway. That's where it counts, right? One day I'll wake up truly alone and truly floating in this world and I'll regret taking people for granted. I didn't mean to type that but someone made me do it. Make my bed and lie in it. I'm tired inside and out, let's take a little nap.
I'm a ridiculous person