Talk to yourself occasionally when you are alone.

How serious is it? I am afraid of communicating with people, of crowded places and of sudden greetings from old friends.

Maybe you will say, this is not loneliness, this is autism. But it seems to me that I am pulling myself every day.

Often don't say a word a day, often go back to the dormitory alone at night, and often meet acquaintances but can't talk.

A girl said, "You are so cold." I smiled and said nothing. Because I understand that I am not indifferent, but lonely.

Since I went to college, I have no classmates' friendship in high school, only grudges in a small society, which bothers me very much.

I wanted to graduate as a freshman, but I had no choice, so I racked my brains to find time to be alone and try my best to listen to my heart.

I often stand on the balcony facing the window at three o'clock in the middle of the night and often go for a walk on the playground alone. In my limited knowledge, I seem to do everything by myself.

No more going to the bathroom together after high school, no more fighting together after high school. It seems that the distance between people has become larger, forming a big gap, and this gap is insurmountable.

Maybe some people are thriving in college. They have countless parties and countless joys. I can't even imagine their happiness.

But so, since an introvert like me can't do anything, I won't do it. What's wrong with pianke?

This society has begun to advocate communication again, advocating that people should communicate more, but what about us?

We like to be alone, and we like the silence of midnight. I think those who stay up late every day are not overdrawing their lives, but releasing loneliness.

I have a lot to say about loneliness. I know the beauty of loneliness. Since people are gregarious animals, there must be gregarious and unsociable.

An unsociable person is not an alien, but also a normal person.

There is a lonely score table on the internet, in which one person watches movies, one person eats hot pot and so on. The most cruel thing is to operate by one person. Let me think about it. Can I accept such loneliness?

The answer is no, I can't lie on the cold operating table, and no one cares outside the door. I can't stand it when I wake up in the hospital. Nobody said hello except the nurse.

So is my loneliness really lonely? I can't figure it out and I don't want to think about it. Because it doesn't make sense, few people will operate alone.

I also thought about how I would choose if I was the only one in the world.

I have also thought about how long I can live if I am allowed to roam in space.

I even wonder if no one will shed tears for me when I die if I continue to be so lonely.

I seem to be ready to live alone. Maybe I haven't met true love yet, but the deer in my heart won't bump around.

Now I think more about the consequences than the process.

If I meet the person I like, what advantages and disadvantages will I have with her? If the advantages outweigh the disadvantages, I will continue to consider. If the disadvantages outweigh the advantages, then why should I destroy the present state?

Although I am young, my parents began to ask me about my future plans. When will I get married and have children? I can only be vague because I don't want to disappoint my parents.

The thinking of parents' generation is still relatively traditional, and men must get married. But more and more people choose not to get married and live alone, which makes me understand that people can't go with the flow, and that will only lose themselves.

The louder you laugh, the more cruel you are. Crowded with body temperature, the room temperature is colder. In case the lights are turned off, emptiness will disturb the people. But I can't. Wait a minute.

I also hope that lonely patients like me will stop pulling themselves. It is much better to accept and enjoy loneliness than to constantly complain and blame it.

This is what I said to myself when I was alone.