there are these few small moments, when im home alone at nite, usually after some friend leaves, where i feel strangely sad and alone. alone to the point where i want to lash out at people or just cry. i say i like alone time. i say i need it. i say that i truly want it and dont mind it.
but i do.
i do mind it.
i dont always like it.
i dont like feeling like a pit-stop on someone's nite of fun.
i dont like feeling like an obligation to be kept.
i just want to know someone wants to be here and be weird with me.
maybe not rush me out or rush out to leave.
it's a pathetic little pity cry.
just had to let it out somewhere.