1/18/2021 in I write
- Jan. 18, 2021, 7:56 a.m.
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I’m so used to being alone, I don’t know what I want. Sometimes I want love but then I convince myself that I’m content.
My mom has been there for me, and she “filled the void” but in reality she will be gone one day. Sometimes I feel I want partnership, but then I convince myself that I’m okay just imagining it.
If anything, I want security and the feeling that I can be myself whenever wherever.
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