I am often alone, and rarely lonely.
I am very quiet, and never shut up.
I thrive on stress, but hate feeling pressured.
I am utterly lost, and don't wish to be found.
I am married, but have no ring.
I love the quiet, and fill it with music.
I am compulsively restless, and dream of doing nothing.
I don't like weeds, but wish my garden was a carpet of poppies.
My memory is abysmal, but I can't let go of the past.
I despise shopping, but love going out.
Just so I can get that "coming home" feeling.