A man sitting alone doesn't nesseccarily feel lonely.

Dusty Springfield-The look of love


She was just sitting there.Alone.Outside of the house.

I didn't feel pity for her 'cause I knew she was having fun being alone.

I remember once,while I was returning back from school,I saw a friend's little sister playing and talking with the cats of the neighborhood. And I smiled.

I thought of myself in her age.I was like that.

I often say I was a psycho when I was younger.

I was talking with myself all the time.I was making up stories and then I was acting like they were true.

I used to believe that the nature could listen to me.

I wasn't the typical noisy child like my cousins.

I was silent and obedient.

And sometimes I wish I wasn't.

Now that I'm a ...ehmm.... grown up,I couldn't say I've changed this much.

I still have fun when I'm alone.

And I love at nights,at the end of the day,when I sit on my bed,with my beloved lamp on.

Just staring at the light,the walls,the dust.Writing down my thoughts.Or just thinking.

Of course I love being with friends and meeting new people.It has nothing to do with that.

I don't know how all these came to me right now.Or why I'm talking about myself so much.

Tell me about you.How could you describe yourself when you were younger?What did you like to do?