Solitude's ma' Mid Namae. N It Doesn't Feel Bad at All.

Thr's the time whn I am all ready n steady to help to give out of my way. Nonetheless, the subscription expires though, renewal is possible. I need to spend some time solely w/myself, to speak out the truth.It's not that intricate, is it? Then, how long can u sit at the table, wht can u say among those whom u know so damn well, plus, the chance to hear sth ground-breaking or worth hearin is close to minimum, wht can u expect frm ppl whom u know so well? it is not possible for oneself to change within an evening, to chng the entire manner of behaviour n conduct. n here is my point: why do we, literally, pretend everything's so fine, refined n polished...? why can't they understand that a person has a penchant for spendin the time alone, enjoyin oneself in ways n means known only to the entity? why is it so hard to crack? provided, u wanna spend some time w/me thn let's try, it's not so hard, I assure bout that, do sth else! Not only can we wash the dishes, tidy the whole crib up, clean up every nook n cranny, cook uneadible amounts of food n wash the dishes again, aftr they've been consumed only in half of the bulk, the other being thrown away. This makes me sick! I mean it! I really do. were this not for the tradition we have here in Poland, the custom of havin a family, there would not be so much hassle about the whole shebang... uselessness, mindlessness, no-sense. I can't believe I longed to comeback so hard! Now, it seems to me, the only rhing I wanna do is flee... Since it dawned on me that I did not harbour the longing for the above mentioned mind-boggling activities, as it is the time spend alone ridin round the hood on my bike, musin, ponderin, mind-evolvin, reachin for the outter states o'abstract. This is wht Xmass at my crib is all about... Can't wait for spring, thou...! For, solitude is a thrillin experience...