Why I stay home a lot, because I read rooms the moment I walk in and I don't like it. Maybe I'm wrong, but I crave conversations, ideas, thoughts that actually mean something. Finding people who can talk beyond noise has become strangely, painfully difficult. That's how low things have fallen around, small talk everywhere, substance nowhere. Pretending to like things I don't has never been my strongest survival skill. So instead of going out, spending energy on people I don't even like. And forcing myself to care about things that don't matter to me. I stay home, spend time with myself, no performances, no self control exercises, where I don't self censor, don't stop myself from mentally rolling my eyes. Just me, my beautiful mind, endless conversations, coffee, and a faded comfy long tee.