It's horrible isn't it? Being alone. You don't want company though. Ugh, company, what a tiring thought. All the smiling, and laughing, and branding for happiness. No thanks. You get enough of that at school, work, runs to the store. You'd hardly call it tolerable. It's border line terrible. Too many people speaking too many words you don't care about. You're rather okay with being all by yourself. Too bad when you're alone, you're still in the company of something toxic: yourself. You go on thinking too much. Problems that aren't there become the biggest obstacles in the world. You get in your own way. Get in your own head. Maybe that's worse than all the people smiling in your face. Maybe. It's difficult to decide. Because it's hard being around people, but you hate being around yourself. If you hate you, you'll end up gone.
Being alone is horrible, isn't it? It's dreadful, but it's your favorite thing in the world. And you're destroying yourself.
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Poetry
PoetryI write poems. I decided to post them on here. Why? No reason. Just cuz I can. Maybe someone will like them. Or relate. So um enjoy, I guess :-)
