For the most part, I’m fine left on my own. I have plenty to do and plenty of ways to amuse myself. Usually, I prefer a relatively high percentage of time alone to do my thing.
But sometimes I feel neglected. And feeling that at all makes me feel needy, which makes me feel lame.
I’m not saying I want everyone to come hang out with me all the time, cause I really wouldn’t be able to handle that much. I’m not even sure what I’m really saying. It’s not like a real consistent feeling or anything. Like I said, generally I’m happier on my own. It’s mostly fleeting and occasional. But now is one of those times and I can’t sleep.
It’s the little things.