Holiday time again. Great.
Just what I needed.
Honestly, I hated holidays as a kid.
Why?
Simple.
I was stuck at home,
and connecting with other kids?
Forget it.
It wasn't that I couldn't reach out.
It was more about how I felt every single day.
I got annoyed when other kids wanted to hang out all the time.
I just wanted space.
Some days, I'd rather be in my room, drawing, listening to music, or just binge-watching a series.
Alone.
And then the next day rolls around, and I think,
"Maybe I'll try again."
But every time I do, it's like hitting a brick wall. I end up feeling just as alone as before.
Fast forward to adulthood.
Surprise, surprise!
People still ghost me.
The reason?
Apparently, I'm too complicated.
Or maybe they just don't want to deal with me.
But here's the truth:
I need time to myself.
And no, that doesn't mean I'm in crisis or need someone to talk to.
I genuinely enjoy my alone time.
I love doing things for me, just for me.But it doesn't mean I don't like spending time with others.I do.
If you can believe that.
I just need my space sometimes.
Can't a person have both?
YOU ARE READING
Diary of A Broken Soul
Non-FictionIt's not a story an nothing to enjoy in a fun way. It is a Diary. A Diary full of pain and stuggle. A Diary to found a way out. A Diary for all who feel left alone.
