I work from home. On weekends i just want to stay home and lay in bed.
Same. I don’t how how I could possibly stay in more than I already am now, but challenge accepted.
You have to put a tent in your living room and stay only inside that.
What’s that in the road ahead?
What’s that in the road, a head?
Still here we are, both of us lonely.
Honestly, I’d love it if people left me alone long enough to feel lonely.
I haven’t felt lonely in many years. I kind of miss it (or at least the opportunity). What little time to myself I have is so precious.
It’s like spending your childhood occasionally stuffing yourself so full you feel sick and miserable, but the rest of the time at least feeling well fed. And then you hit adulthood, get poor, and every chance you get to eat just takes the edge off the hunger.
