We all are falling and need a place to hide.
It's been a long time since I've wasted my social battery effectively. Having time to figure out if I am really finding time to hide from people, or is this what the world calls ' adulting'? When I share my theory regarding my poetic loneliness with my bestie, she always says not to be like that, socialise like you did, talk like you did, walk like you did, you look a little bit drained. I actually felt kind of worried as well, so I felt relaxed being in this situation. Yes, it feels good. It always feels good to stay in your room and read your favourite author and write something about someone who made you smile, laugh, and even cry. It feels good to talk to yourself about your feelings and heartbreak. But sometimes it gets worse. I miss the old me, who always had a lot of stuff to talk about, but somehow I'm actually good now. End of the story. On a kind 'drained out' evening...