Even if you did me wrong, I will not stoop down to your level. I will watch you hate me while I’m here laughing.
I want to have my own space. Waking up in the morning, preparing my own food, read all the books in the shelf, work and pay for my own rent, white sheets on the bed, travel alone, doing things I love, exploring the world. I want it all.
Where are your thoughts when you’re alone?