I should be sleeping but I can’t sleep.
I hope I seem like friendly background noise. Like “I don’t get good sleep unless I hear her puttering around”-ambient sound.
I want the freedom to be alone which has me fantasizing and has me craving solitude. (But I’d probably feel lonely if I ended up completely alone. Between family and roommates, I’ve never lived alone in my life.)
It feels like those guys that are so sure they’ll love the post-apocalypse.
You always know what it’s going to be like before you ever experience it. It’s the way humans are built. We build walls in our brains, locked-in ways of thinking. And our brains build scenarios that we can’t help believing.
