I love having plenty of time to myself, and I enjoy the peace of solitude. I used to spend hours in my room, and my parents would always ask me to join them instead. I must admit, part of it is because I genuinely prefer my own company.
I’ve always been someone who loves to stay outside. I was always the kid who played with their neighbor and came back home crying because she scratched herself from running. I had a pretty decent childhood — I had good friends and many outdoor games to play. I was fortunate to have been born at a time when the internet was not as essential and reliable as it is today.
When I finally had my own room, I was scared at first because I was used to having company. But it was then that I realized how much I enjoyed having time alone.
In my room, I can read, write, listen to music, dance, and watch movies without anyone judging me. I can make silly little TikToks and take goofy selfies without validation from others.
I must admit, I feel guilty whenever people want to spend time with me — but I’d rather spend it alone. I’d rather be with myself than with people who don’t contribute to my happiness.
In the midst of isolation, I find myself yearning for company. I sometimes wish I had friends who I genuinely feel comfortable to be with. Friends who will not drain me but rather uplift me. I love my room, but sometimes I want to go out in the world to explore more — but unfortunately I don’t have any reason to.
“Romanticize a quiet life, There’s no place like my room”
-I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers
-A.L ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚
