What Are You Afraid Of? by

West Indian Girl

No, I'm not depressed. I'm sneezy, my throat is sore, and ready to sleep anytime anywhere. Hopefully, I can go out on a Saturday!

I chose this song today for a reason. Yesterday's post could be misconstrued. Loneliness isn't something to fear. It's just a part of life. And when people tell me that they never felt lonely, I can't help to think, "Bull****." It's just what it is. In the friends compartment, I'm fine. I'm not wishing for a man in armour on a white horse. I'm talking about myself. It's not about what the universe hasn't offered me rather about how I wonder why I haven't found anyone that has tickled my interest.

I'm tired and still sick. I think my writing is suffering. Ah no! Well, night!