I long for a bungalow

Oh today. Today was spent curled up in an old book, ignoring the outdoors and ignoring the upcoming events. Tonight is considering this - this world I've made for myself, all alone and how it sounds when there's no speaking, no one else to talk to.

I have never been good at doing what I ought to, and I can never do what I want to do, and in the end, it's half-rushed ideas frittered away into nothingness, and yet, I long instead for crowds, for a spark of personality and always end up slinking off into the solitude.