Was me all along.
There are things I have to go through by myself. My high school graduation. The next time I ace a test. My first salary at my first job. My 21st birthday. The first time I get financially screwed. The first big thing I buy. One more true love. One more heartbreak. The next time I feel like killing myself. The first time I can compose a whole song on guitar. The first time I write a whole song. The next time I read a book and get swollen by it. The next time I get drunk and when I arrive home I just cry for the rest of the night because of how lonely I felt at that party. My first big international trip. And that’s all it is, loneliness. Chosen loneliness. Being too much to live with anyone, being too much to realize the problem...
