I love spending time with me
No one here to mock or criticize
Just me and my dreams
Bubbling up like little guppies in a stream
All my hopes happening because I have
The time and energy to make them.
Tomorrow is my first weekend all to myself without any friends or family in town.
I used to be afraid and now I am
So spoiled I don’t know what to do with myself.
I just wish I had someone to share it with and
I don’t know why I’m like this
I do, but I don’t want to know
So I block it out. I don’t miss her but I do miss
Feeling like I had something figured out.
Now it’s just small problems and
Everything is fine all the time. Sometimes I think
I’m addicted to the chaos and the misery
Not even the person, just the ambience.