A lonesome life.

I didn't feel good when i woke up this morning so i'm spending the day at home. :/


If you don't know by now, i am an only child. Add that to the fact that i never met my Dad, let alone even heard anything about him, so i only have my Mum, and that leads to a pretty lonely life for the most part.

My Mum also works a lot of nights so about 80% of the time i'm completely alone.

It's been that way for a long time...

It always amazed me when i'd go over to my friends' houses in primary school and they'd get angry at their brother or sister, and then tell me how lucky i am that i was an only child.

Yeah... Lucky. :/

How did that affect my life?

I spent my life imagining. I created. My mind grew. I got smarter creatively and logically.

I got to know myself. I learnt every detail about what makes me work. I know how i think. I know what i like. I know what i hate. I know almost every little detail about what goes on inside my head.

I'm incredibly good at picking up other people's emotions and signals. I can get inside a person's head quite easily.

But is knowing yourself to that level a good thing or a bad thing?

I'm shy. I get intimidated easily. It's hard for me to make friends. I've got a very thin skin.

I'm also incredibly self-conscious. I pick on lots of little things about me that i don't like.


What has being an only child done to me?

It's made me smarter, but is that necessarily a good thing?

Now that i'm older, i do wish that i'd had someone else.