Deja Entendu.

There is a part in every day
When I lie to myself
And say that it’s okay
‘Cause if I don’t I think I’ll go insane
But the truth is I only have myself to blame.


At This Point in My Life:

I’m content with being alone. In several years, I’ll have a nice job, a single bedroom apartment with a dog that means the world to me. Maybe two. As long as I can afford necessities and the occasional happiness booster, I should be just fine. I was pretty much alone for eighteen years and I came out okay. I’m not meant to be with anyone else. I am fine just by myself.