I Am Working On Myself

I’m so sick of living alone, and being isolated. Days go by.. love my kiddo dearly, but she’s not a substitute for adult friendship. It’s been so many years now. Situationally, I have a good thing going that I’m not about to jeopardize/destabilize brashly out of loneliness, mainly for Kiddo’s sake. Nevertheless, this isolation is cavernous, which is saying a lot coming from an introvert who generally likes their alone time. I feel... weak, almost ashamed admitting to myself that I am such a happier person when there’s someone whose company I enjoy to come home to ( not even talking about romantically necessarily )