Sometimes I Just Want to be Alone

Actually all the time

These days I just want to be alone. In fact my need for solitude could be categorized as catastrophic by life coaches who used to be friends but are now just symbols that represent why I love to be myself.

I enjoy my own company a little too much. I think it’s because I’ve reached the point of no return. I completely get how fucked up most people are and why they desperately want to bring you along for the ride.

I see through all the tricks and shimmering facade and I want no part of it.

There is a motive behind everything we do — even basic shit like taking a photograph with friends.

They do you the favor of including you in their Snapchat story — but then it really ends up being their starring role.

It’s all too much.

This need to perform for the camera — as if every second of the day must be documented to perfection in order to prove beyond a doubt — that you are not a pathetic loner with no friends or cool itinerary of events to shamelessly share like a four-year-old aching for approval.

I am that loner.

But I’m definitely not pathetic. I would describe myself as chronically particular. Gone are the days of recklessly accepting everything and…