I haven't been alone since June. But now I am. It was a good day.
I cleaned the apartment and listened to music and danced.
Then I drove to walmart and listened to music and danced.
Then I bought stuff. It sucked. People are oblivious and rude.
Then home. I made cupcakes while listened to music and danced.
Then I cleaned up the mess while listening to music and dancing.
Then I stood there for a minute and then listened to more music and danced.

Oh and singing. Much singing!!!!

Sometimes I wish everyone would forget about me.

I never get to be alone. This was a fluke and it won't happen to many other times. I'm sure.

How can I ever hope to have a normal family and life? I can't handle people. They exhaust me. Well at least half of me.

I am a melancholy-sanguine. People like my sanguine side, but sometimes. I just. CAN'T. I'm sorry. Must I give all of my energy to you? What about my best friend?

That's me. Sorry.

I'm a machine. My battery is depleted. Now I have to be plugged in all of the time. Where's the independence?

It's exhausting. And very unproductive. I don't know where I'm going to put myself next year. I try to see ahead but it's just busy and black. I don't know where I'll be.

So much
depends upon,
a red-wheelba--

nah. the next few months.

All I know is that there is no reason for me to live here after this year.