I examined the fact that I am alone from a different angle just now. It’s like, I don’t know how to describe it. But it’s just the mere fact that I don’t have people to talk to or do things with. That’s all it is. It’s not a death sentence, it’s not a gun to the head, it’s not bleeding dry. It’s just being alone. It’s not a big deal.

I can talk to myself here. Or, to the internet. That huge void. The chances of being found. But do I really want to be found?

I can see myself starting to like solitude rather quickly. I can imagine starting to like it.

What is it like, to have just yourself? I haven’t explored it. I’ve had it so long and I don’t even know its properties. I really don’t push my boundaries, do I.

I should be more observant. I should appreciate what I have.

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