home alone

I am alone in the apartment with nothing but my thoughts, and the more I think the more I'm getting annoyed, then frustrated, then sad. If I'm unhappy, why am I the one who has to change? And why is it that whether I stay or go, the resolution is the same? I need to change, I need to be stronger, I need to be less needy and more independent.

Yes, I know, I need to be anyway.

But I miss the time when just being me was enough.