Loneliness is a word I would use to describe me. Everyone talks about depression and anxiety as their best friend but forgets their annoying little brother. But for me, loneliness is the love of my life. Loneliness equals comfortableness. I live for it, and yeah I know that doesn’t seem very socially acceptable but looking at it through my eyes I only feel accepted with myself. Because no one will get me but me. I learned to accept that my best friend will always be (not including my dog). I’m sorry depression and anxiety but you're included in the package. The reunions are great loneliness, anxiety, depression, and I get together and talk about how much I hate my life…
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