Skeptics

I used to want to get married. I heard a radio show today about marriage. About how it was constructed for the ownership of women. Now I can’t think about anything else. The death of my boyfriend undoubtedly changed me, turning me even more skeptical. 

I’ve never been a people-pleaser. I’ve always been an outcast, the black sheep, the lone wolf. The older I get, the more I’d rather be alone. Being alone comforts me. 

It’s about the little things in life, like taking an elevator trip by yourself. I figure one day it’ll all work out, and whether or not I know why I’m here won’t really matter in the end. The daydreaming part is more fun than reality, anyway.