Don't get me wrong, it's nice and peaceful sometimes. Times when I enjoy being alone as much, or more, than I enjoy being around people.
Plus, I'm not too nice to people these days.
I don't know what's happened.
It's not like I don't know I hurt people's feelings.
But I take them into consideration afterwards.
But by then, they've moved on, and I'm left to think that I can't take that second back. I can't take those words back.
I've become bitter, mostly.
though, I still enjoy myself quite a lot.
I don't blame anyone but myself.
All I want is to get lost in a book.
In some one else's life.
and internal conflicts.