There was a time I loved to be alone. I loved quiet walks in the woods, a solitary run, taking time to read a book without interruption, journaling, going for long drives to nowhere, and just being. I am realizing that I have forgotten how to enjoy the beauty in the solitary moments in my life. Now, when I have time alone I automatically go to the internet, looking for a false sense of inclusion, to mask the loneliness.
There was a time being alone did not scare me. Now it does. It is time that it doesn't.
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