I need to write a book. Even if it’s just for the sake of sustaining my sanity, I need to write. I have too much to say about my life - who I am, what I have been through, and what I want and need to do.
I will write a book, even if my only motive is to rid my mind of the thoughts that will someday drive me crazy.
I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.
I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.