Being alone gives me peace and silence. I always thought that it’s the best feeling in the world and that I wouldn’t ask for more.
But sometimes there’s just that feeling that… I don’t know… Like…
I kept on believing that I am independent… That I don’t need anyone… That I can go through this alone. But… In the deepest part of my thought, I think there’s just something “missing”.
And so I thought that maybe being alone is something I really am scared off. I keep telling myself that it gives me peace just so I could hide the fact that it’s killing me inside.
And yet why am I still denying it?
For now, I can only have two options – to let myself drown in loneliness or to just swim it all through not knowing if it will ever have an end.
FROM…. No One