an observation on vague ironies.
I know that since I'm the only one who's actually in college and attending classes right now it doesn't make much sense for them to get up at the same times as me, but it still seems to me sometimes like I might as well be alone for all the time I spend alone because they're both sleeping as if they have sixteen-hour job shifts or something.
If nothing else, when they're gone it will feel slightly less lonely than it does to come back from classes every day to the silence of an occupied room where even my breath seems too loud.
If nothing else, when they're gone it will feel slightly less lonely than it does to come back from classes every day to the silence of an occupied room where even my breath seems too loud.