I think I have mastered the art of being alone
..that the kinks of being with someone no longer have any profound and lasting effect on me. I believe it has become what the present is all about that, relative to being alone, finally being with someone is the hurdle- and not the other, usual way around.
In a line graph, it goes: alone alone alone -> happy and content at being alone -> someone comes in -> happy happy happy, sad sad, insecure, happy, content at being with him -> that someone leaves -> alone alone alone -> sad for a little while -> happy happy happy -> relapses -> then I realize, I was the shit at being alone -> happy happy happy -> relapses -> more happy happy happy -> and then I die.







