Loneliness is a condition.
Companionship is the cure. But it is also a drug.
Loneliness is okay, when you're used to it.
It's like a scarred, but unbroken shell that protects the soft flesh inside.
When that shell is shattered, but you have everyone around you to talk with, smile with, laugh with.
Share everything. Share your everything.
But when they leave, you get the feeling like you're stuck there, unmoving and unable to move.
That shell is gone. And the nothingness that turned into warmth, becomes nothing but bitter and biting cold.
Sigh...
I fear a mental breakdown...
I can't think. I don't want to think.
I can't make up my mind. And I don't really want to.
Ignorance, they say, is bliss.
Maybe one way is better than the other. Or maybe both ways, I'll just end up losing my mind....