why do I even read back on my journal archives?....
...it just makes me want drugs and old friends, passions and some love in my heart.
Also. How did I EVER take being single and living alone for granted?
I miss it SO much.
I miss coming home to an empty house and liking it.
I miss sleeping with my animals and my books.
I miss no one seeing me. Unless I'm prepared to be seen.
I really like being part of a pair...more than I ever thought I would.
But sometimes, often, I miss being my very own.
.
Also. How did I EVER take being single and living alone for granted?
I miss it SO much.
I miss coming home to an empty house and liking it.
I miss sleeping with my animals and my books.
I miss no one seeing me. Unless I'm prepared to be seen.
I really like being part of a pair...more than I ever thought I would.
But sometimes, often, I miss being my very own.
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