You either can’t stay in solitude for too long or you’re forced to see people against your own will. I do believe there are good people out there in the world, friendships waiting to be made and what not, but my being cares little to discover them nowadays. I don’t mind who I’m with, even if it be with no one at all. At the end of every day, they will not know my life story; they will not know what I fear most; they will not know a lot of things—and I blame myself because I know I will never give them the crucial time of intimacy. Still, it’s okay to see people every day; so long as it stays in small doses.
