a recluse by trade

What I wouldn't give to feel like I actually mattered to someone. In a way that wasn't...out of obligation.

But then I'm not sure that's what I want either. Not now? Who knows.

People shout too much in this house. Apart from me. That's how I don't belong. And why I can't stand it.

I consider myself loyal. In my head, I tick that box. To those that matter, and I can usually figure out those ones pretty quickly.

I also need people around me to be calm and rational. And human.

I can't seem to knock this sadness thing. Just ticking along.

grazed knees at 11:33 p.m.

late night and you're driving me crazy | this life is more than ordinary