Ahhhhhh. I love being alone. Only hearing birds, the winds caressing the trees and the waters from the stream.

It is all good if it was not for knowing the more time spent in solitude, the less tolerance for humans I seem to have.

It is like I lose my ability to withstand people's flaws and mistakes.

I cherish the silence way too much, much more than any fulfillment I get from helping people or being there for them.