By Myself

I love being alone. I love the idea of solitude but even more than that I adore the belief that I am independent, self-sufficient and silently gloat in these redundant notions. I lay in bed and proudly think to myself that I am happy, occupied (possibly even distracted), and completely on my own. I like to think these things and therefore subconsciously manifest them into truths. For as long as I can.