Being alone isn't bad. A couple years ago I wrote this chapter/poem in a negative view of solitude. This isn't the case anymore.
My solitude is a choice.
I am not lonely.
Pitying me won't do you good.
Befriending me because of that pity isn't welcome either.
I am not blind nor an idiot,
although you wouldn't know.
Life is a choice,
full of choices.
I wish you luck in your choices.
My solitude is my choice.
:/ Now that I've written it, it seems more like thoughts than a poem. Oh well... So be it.
Mnya~
