I sometimes ponder my loneliness.
I can’t decide if it’s because I’m not enough. For anyone.
Because I’m so empty.
Or because I have unrealistic expectations and wants from friendship.
Or if it’s because my fear of
rejection abandonment is so great that I’d rather go out of my way to be alone than to be at risk of it.
It’s easier to be alone by choice.
You can pretend it’s what you want then.