#drunkenwritings

I think it’s probably okay to go through life mostly alone. To see those I used to be close to get married and have kids and do everything they left me on my own to do. I thought I was too loud and too full of fire to be outside of the crowd. But maybe I was kinda meant to be a wallflower all this time. Maybe sitting in my loneliness, breathing in the discomfort is okay. Loving animals and nature and books and art is okay. And I don’t need to really be known by anyone. I just need to deeply know myself, and that’s okay too.