For some weird reason, I like being at home. A lot. Especially having the house to myself. Insert perverted joke here. Okay, you perverts need to calm down. Honestly, the idea of having to live with other people under the same roof… it’s so uncomfortable for me now. I used to always be the girl who loved to be around people ALL THE TIME. I mean living alone is a little sketchy, of course. But, damn… living with other people? Call me intolerant, even though I’m one of the most socially-tolerant people on the face of the Earth. Simply because I just don’t give a fuck lol. I also like doing things by myself… [Insert second perverted joke here. That’s what she said.] Anyway, yeah. Especially when it comes to group projects at school. I’m just like, “Uh, can I work by myself?” Forever alone? Not really, because I do get lonely. It’s not like I want to isolate myself from everyone else. I just like doing things for myself. Selfish? No. Because I also like to help other people as much as I can… not to be cocky or anything. Let’s just put it this way. I do what I’m told. Sure you can say that I don’t have a mind of my own, since I do what people tell me to do — but I know my limits, k? I don’t know. I’m weird. I like being at home. Alone. Just me and the house and music and me being stupid. By myself.

Maybe all I need is someone else who feels the same. Then maybe we can live in our own little world together. Corny as fuck man hahaha, especially since that’s never going to happen.

but hey, I’m still a girl. And I still want to fall in love like everyone else.

But I’m not chasing after it now. I can wait. For now, it’ll just be me.