I wish I could explain the loneliness I feel.
Don’t worry, it’s not always like this.
Except secretly, it is.
I’m going to go pretend to be merely cerebral now, because that’s what my family understands.
I think I’m learning to accept that I’m truly alone, and maybe that I always have been.
P.S. Please disregard this if it seems too intense and/or bleak. I’m a bit drunk and so I’m probably being a bit too honest.
After all, maybe things will turn out alright for me, I mean, who knows?
Oh, who fucking knows.
