What waste is, is apparently a constantly running theme or moral I adopted. Now it’s under my conscious thought. My fight tends to be centered in ‘not wasting.’

I’ve spent stretches of my life feeling very alone. And I have actually been alone at certain times and places. When I have chosen that, I relish in the time and the recuperation I receive from being alone. When the negative alone happens to me, it’s because I want something else to be true, not what is.