Idk if it has to do with that.
Loneliness...just happens.
They call me beautiful when they see me. Stylish, exquisite. Mom was even worried for a biker who wasn't looking at the road but on me the last time I actually went out. I have admirers. Probably a lot. I don't check or ask. People I meet for the first time are curious and always friendly to me because of this thing called beauty.
But do I actually feel happy? Do I actually feel seen? No. So I tend to stay alone. Or I try to make them see how strong I was. It tends to intimidate them.
See, being with people and not feeling that they like you for you...hurts. It makes you lonely.
So I learned that life is about choosing your type of lonely and alone. Being with people who you don't feel like you for you. Or being by yourself, surrounded by no one.
