Ironically enough, I feel more alone in a crowded room than I do when I’m by myself. I don’t know if there’s a weird sense of enjoyment when being alone; but more than not I’d rather be by myself than be in the presence of another human being. I’m not exactly sure why, but some part of me believes it’s because I can pretend I’m with anyone in the entire world, regardless of if they wish to be with me or not, too.
I demand unconditional love and complete freedom. That is why I am terrible.