I am having a mental breakdown in my living room
I think it's OK to be alone sometimes. It's fine to play your music loud, and drink and sing along and pretend everything is alright for a few hours. You can ignore the cis guy putting on their dress in the apartment across your balcony and forget you have a boyfriend who is on the other side of the world. You can enjoy your sausages curated by Lina McCartney and your shitty salad with lettuce that's been limp and lonely for weeks in the fridge. It's all good. Until you realise that it's not. A piercing thought of your old life. A flicker of the warmth and pointless conversation of your loved one. It's lonely. You're alone. You're alone with your cat and having one-sided conversations with a cat licking it's groin across the table. It's not forever. That's what you tell yourself. There are only a couple of weeks left. But it's just so boring . It's too quiet and I need noise. I need clamour. I need music played loud. I have intru