And you bring me to my knees, again. All this time, that I could beg you please, in vain. All the times that I felt insecure, for you. And I leave burdens at the door.

So....living on your own is tough.
For those that wish for it.... For those that strive for it....For those that dream of it.....
It's fucking hard.

Put aside the monetary implications.

I have two cats and a plant to talk to.

I've always said, "Alone, but not lonely". And I've always believed it.
There's a huge difference.
Most people can't see it.
I can see it. I am living it.