here's a thought
i love being home alone,
i get to be my own person.
you know just do whatever you want, whenever you want, however you want.. no ones there to stop you!
but then i realise that they're going to come home soon...
which means i can't be myself,, i have to pretend.
i have to pretend i'm okay.
i can't do whatever i want, whenever i want and however i want anymore.
i have to be the 'normal' me that everyone sees me as.
YOU ARE READING
home alone: a short story
Storie brevithe roots of this little story just came from a little thought i had (i also saw something similar on someones snap story LOL) but i thought it would make a cool little story thing lol
