I have been staring at the ceiling fan for almost an hour now. It has been rotating rather very slowly. Crap, the motor must be jammed again. How many times do I have to fix that shitty thing?
I stretch my arms over my head, slowly fanning my fingers on my big bed. As per usual, I'm alone in bed. I have spent most of my adult life alone. Alone is safe.
I don't understand why people not want to do it more often. Alone, no one can hurt you. Alone, no one can use you. Alone, no one can break you.
Alone is safe.
I've heard it all before – I'm too pessimistic. I'm too melodramatic. I'm just suffering from bouts of melancholia. You will f