I just want to read great lyrics and not think about anything important.
Sometimes I think my motivation to live with a lot of people lies solely on this gigantic fear I have of being alone.
And then I realize that living in a house with six other women hasn’t helped me feel any less alone but reminds me of how lonely I am.
And for the first time in years I’m reminded of that huge difference between being alone and being lonely.
So I get really confused and frustrated with myself and want to cry.