This is… wild?? I fucking love living alone. You can live alone and still fill your home with friends and family (but on your own terms!!). It doesn’t automatically make you some sort of recluse that just wanders around haunting your own rooms lmaooo
People who live alone, on their own fascinate me. I often wonder how it feels like cooking for just one, giving human names to your music playlists and finding fallback friends online who fill in the crevices of loneliness with empty or deep talks.
Sleeping alternatively on each side of the bed on simultaneous days to keep the sheets warm. Have no one to share breakfast with and occassional someone to share dinner and a night cap with.
Who does their bedsheets smell of, besides their own odour? Does the bathroom rack with one toothbrush and a toothpaste call each other companions? On their sick days, who kisses their burning eyes, with a promise of a better tomorrow?
How is it living on your own, as a responsible adult, responsible for yourself?