Life so far has been… tedious, I guess. Dull, uneventful, any other words along the lines of that. But as boring as it seems, it’s satisfying. I don’t have to deal with any nonsense type of bs. I don’t have to worry about pleasing other people’s feelings other than my own.

I used to find solitude as unbearable, but as of lately, I’m fine. And I have been for quite some time now. And that’s what’s most important. Because if you can’t be alone now, what makes you think you can be alone when the tough gets going?