At Least They're Committed

I’ve got to just, you know, be by myself more. I was alone again Sunday and I got so much done and I was happy for a few hours. I need it to be that way, is all. They could, you know, tell people I’m crazy. That would, that would be OK, really. I don’t care what people think except I don’t want them to think I’m shirking my responsibilities. I’m not, you know. I just need to be by myself. The children, yeah, of course they need me. They’re supposed to. But the rest. No, no. I should not be responsible for other people’s happiness. They have to find that, not me. They need to figure that out on their own and I just need to be alone. Shshshshshshsssshhhhh . . .