When you’re alone and not in danger of anyone walking in on you, you really let loose and settle into who you are underneath that veil of being witnessed by someone else…. You don’t admit these things to anyone because you aren’t sure if they do them too. But they do. We all have our own version. It’s addicting having this time to yourself. You realize how safe you live your life when you are around other people, making sure to not offend anyone or expose the pathetic person living inside of you. And you slip up sometimes. You start a conversation with, “ya know when you…” and everyone looks at you with dead faces that can’t relate. Those people are assholes. Short of mentally mapping out a murder, nothing you’re doing when you’re alone isn’t relatable. If you ever wonder if you’re crazy, it means you aren’t.
