I live HARRPY on my own. Love, love, love cooking for myself. Doing computer stuff. I even designed a work out routine which should be done alone.
(Don’t worry, it’s not what you’re assuming!) a plank [im hoping you know what that is], to 1x Alexa song.
On my personalised playlist, the length is from 3.5 minutes, to 9. No stopping aloud.
Endorphins subconsciously make me happy. But my mum died last week.
For all the years I’ve lived on my own, whether it’s Edinburgh, London or Hong Kong, I haven’t really felt lonely.
But there a big difference between being alone, and feeling lonely….
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