I don't want to think. I don't care about the people staring at me from time to time and whispering to each other. I don't think about the people with whom I used to talk to every day with pleasure, whom I now avoid and ignore as I pass them by. I just stare at my phone. Open up some old text, scroll through Pinterest, play subway surfers, and wait... wait for this to pass.
Sometimes it's not that bad. I look at people and smile and feel happy inside. But then I'm gloomy.
I take solitude pretty well. I have always been fond of my company, but the people I could never handle. Alone I'm perfectly fine but in a crowd I get bored and lonely.
I don't like reading what I write, to feel what I feel inside. I guess I'm alright.