I'm a creature of habit
When it comes to alone time
I just got to have it
I rarely break the routine it's comfortable
I have a surplus of friends
But I barely go out because anxiety told me no
My mind decided to co-sign just in case
I'm thinking of trying to escape
I lay in my room ,I'm a living mummy
My bed is my tomb , I feel stuck
On one hand I feel like I'm missing out
On the other hand I feel like outside is over hyped
I'm a hermit nowadays, I used to be the sun's best friend and now we barely see one another .
How did our friendship falter ?
"I used to be the sun's best friend and now we barely see one another" š