I never was much of a social rodent, I tend to be incredibly awkward around groups of people, and I often find the best excuse I can to leave and get some some peace and quiet. I guess that's why I do well working nights, I'm on my own after a couple hours and people interaction is kept at a minimum. It's nice, being on my own. No drama, no worries about holding a conversation or saying something stupid, and noone expects anything from you. But sometimes....sometimes being on my own gets a bit lonely. This is more prevalent during my nights off, where there are periods when everyone goes to sleep, but I stay wide awake. Not much one can do at such a late hour, so when things go silent and video games don't cut it I sit next to my window and stare out into the world, a cup of whatever booze is available and go into the one place I dislike the most, my own head. All I ever find in my head are bad memories. Bridges I've burnt, people I've hurt, and choices I regret, the whole affair still fresh in my head. For as long as I can remember I've always wanted to be on my own, but on silent night's like this I look at the empty spaces between my fingers and sigh knowing those spaces are a perfect fit for someone....

hah..I'm hopeless~ *raises his cup and takes a sip*


A very wonderful commission from the legendary  Viktria who once again was more than happy to help my venting needs become a reality, thanks again!

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