A-l-o-n-e

I’m so tired of being alone. I know, how dare I say that when for the past 4-7 months I haven’t had to deal with that? Well, I frankly don’t care what you think of me for that, because when it all ends its all over. Four days feels like 4 months. And really, the non-single time was more of an anomaly from the typical string of months and years of singleness. I’m not trying to be bitter. It’s just that, no matter how much perspective I have, I simply hate being alone. Especially when I’m in the midst of transitioning back into it. I’m not angry at him, specifically. I’m not really angry at all. It’s just a lame situation. And that is life.