After the loss of multiple close friends that I probably won't reconcile with any sooner, that sentence comes up and makes me feel like a weak person.
I have no idea if I'm lonely or not. If I am, I'm content with it. Being alone and thinking alone. Maybe talking alone to myself, and just plainly... Being alone.
Goes back right? To the fact that there aren't many who can accept me the way I am.
Many who expect more from me, much more than I can ever give.
I think once you're content being alone, nothing will ever make you feel like you're missing a part of yourself.
I'm not missing a part of myself, I've just lost my mind.
