you're but one thing I've found…
First sunday alone was waaaaaay better than i thought it would be. I sometimes think I am scared to admit how much I like to be alone. Accomplished loads of sunday things, room is getting there, sitting room is pretty much done, I’m starting to actually love my new room. Laying around listening to mixtapes remembering all the things that I had forgotten to remember about people I don’t yet know.
My mood is turning hopeful, and I don’t think I’m quite ready to give up on the idea of romantic love… yet.
I think I just this minute figure out, I am, and am going to be, okay.