Then another thought crossed her mind. She remembered how she used to always need someone with her. She used to not be able to go to sleep without someone talking to her on the phone, or someone spending the night. Because everytime she was alone, her thoughts would never fail to drift to something depressing or something she’d been trying to push out of her head. But now, she almost liked being alone. She appreciated all the time to think and cry and write and just be free. She felt like she could do no harm to anyone if she was by herself anyway. There were no complications, no misunderstandings, no useless drama. It was just her, and God, and she loved it.

Don’t get her wrong, she liked being with her friends too, but she was starting to love just being along more and more everyday. Being alone gave her so much time to do whatever she felt. And time had always been something that she felt was wasted constantly.

Basically, being alone was turning around on her. It was starting to look good.