i miss the days of being alone in the house by myself and i didn't have to hide my feelings and i could cry in each corner of the house and i would try to occupy myself with frantic cleaning, horrible singing, expressive dancing, and absent writing and the way i could get myself high just being all over the place or sometimes oversleeping at one place because i didn't want to think but now, it feels like i can't be me when i need to be.