prompted

Sometimes I feel like I’d honestly trade these happy moments with people for the serene solitude I feel in my own company. But one cannot fully appreciate one without the other.

I worry sometimes that I am not a deep person. What a silly thing to worry about. I worry that some only worry about their clothes or their hair. I worry that they only care about the next significant other that comes into their life, the next car they can aim for, the next paycheck that rolls in.
I worry that I will become them, too.