"Oh, glorious abandonment...how sweet it is." Said no one on the face of the planet ever. I wish I liked my own company more. Genuinely. The ability to be alone without becoming lonely would be nice to have. I do often feel the need for space and can feel my energy being depleted when social interaction continues too long without me having the opportunity to break away from the noise for some time. Quietude is absolutely necessary for my sanity at times. The sound of silence is sweet to an extent but can turn somber when I reflect on why the silence remains. Promise after promise...broken. No matter how it begins, I always end up alone wondering what I did wrong. I tend to conclude the problem is me. How could it not be at this point? No one other than a handful of relatives truly cares that I exist. Fact. When I realize they've asked about me, I even wonder why they care if I'm not around. Just letting some thoughts and feelings out. I appreciate the opportunity to do so.