Burst my Bubble.

We like being alone, to an extent, everyone. But we crave to be with someone. We desire to live in solitude, but we are scared of desolation. We want everything we don't have and once we have it, how we wish we never had. We wish it never had happened for the fear of letting it go somewhere down the line. It's a viscous cycle and we ask for it. We want more of it. We wish to die young but we fear death. We pursue happiness but that pursuit becomes our memesis. It kills our peace and we let it happen. We grow too weak before realizing the failure; the failure of never knowing what happiness truly was.