This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Albany chapter.
Sometimes I miss me
And how I used to be
When my schedule wasn’t filled at every hour
With things that don’t benefit me.
I value time alone
My solemn silence at early hours of the morning
The rest of the house still fast asleep
Just me.
I miss having hours to waste
Deciding whether I should to draw or paint
A solemn sense of peace I haven’t felt in a while
Just me.
I miss self care routines and beauty days
Wasting away the minutes relaxing under a freshly washed blanket
Face mask on
Not wasting my thoughts and my energy
There are no deadlines during alone time
Just me.