Hm.

At first, I really thought that living without the people I grew up with would ruin my life. & I guess at first, it did. I was miserable because I was lonely; I had no one but my family after I moved & it’s not easy going from having a fruitful social life to having none at all in an instant. It was all of my worst nightmares come true — being alone was something that I feared, something that I dreaded. Something that I never thought would happen.

As time went on, I guess I realized that no, I don’t need other people to feel important. Being on my own has definitely shaped me into something better. I used to depend on my friends for everything — going places, doing things, always with someone else at my side. & being alone made me realize how much I prefer well . . being alone. Free from the restraints of others & no having to worry about what they want to do. It’s a sense of independence that I didn’t think I would have until I was much older.

I spend a majority of my time observing. Just watching & listening, seeing how people behave when they’re unaware that someone’s watching. I don’t know, maybe it’s the area that I live in, or maybe it’s just people in my age group but I’ve slowly come to the realization that I’d rather work independently than work with others. I’d much rather do things by myself than with the differing opinions of someone else. I’m much more content all by my lonesome than I am with other people. Mainly because well, I don’t like a lot of the people I’m surrounded by.

Make sense? No, probably not.