i wrote a thing about different kinds of alone. it didn’t turn out as well as i had hoped. perhaps my loneliness has become cliche. maybe i just don’t fully and cannot fully understand the other kinds of alone outside of my own.
after writing this i was left with a huge question. when you consider the big, heart-shattering break-ups of your life, would you do those relationships all over again even if you couldn’t change a single thing, not even the outcome?
because i think of all mine, perhaps there’s one that i would do all over knowing that we would still end up apart. the rest, i wouldn’t do, they weren’t worth it.