Living Alone

Is it really that bad to not live on your own, to live with company?

It can’t be horrible for someone if you don’t want to live alone; some people go crazy being alone. They need an animal, or a friend, or family, or a lover. They get too lonely, or too scared.

There’s only so much a dog or a cat or even a rabbit can do about the imaginary noises and figures your head makes you think are all too real. Having them walk around you, just out of view, listening to your name being called by them time and time again.

A person can help with making those go away, make them almost disappear. The imaginary monsters in my head seem to be afraid of everyone but me, so it seems necessary to have someone protect you from the creatures trying to envelope you in fright each and every night. It feels like a need to have someone there to hold you, to keep those thoughts asleep and the affection awake.

I mean, needing someone to talk to isn’t bad, is it? Needing someone to at least, acknowledge your existence in this world? It’s just to make sure I don’t sit awake at night, jumping at every creak, moan, or thing calling my name, I don’t want to be sleep deprived because of my mind, if its just a human that would fix it all.

Living with a partner isn’t so bad for me now, is it?