Im constantly complaining to people about my “me” time, but now that i spent one day completely alone, i hate it. Leaving me alone with my thoughts is a dangerous thing, i dont think of bad things but i just start to realize that im not as independent as i would like to believe i am. I talk this big game about how i dont need anybody, i like being on my own blah blah blah but i guess now i know that its not completely true. I just want to feel loved, intimate love, i want to feel like someone somewhere out there thinks of me constantly, i know thats completely narcissistic but come on, everybody wants to know that somewhere somebody is thinking about them.
Le sigh. I know im not ready for a relationship, i still have things i need to work out but knowing that doesnt keep me from holding my stuffed animal with all my might just to go to sleep and it certainly doesnt keep me from feeling like im dying every time i hear a love song. Oh life, youre such a mind fuck.
