Being alone and being lonely.
Two very different things.
Being alone doesn’t mean being lonely.
Nor does being lonely necessarily mean being alone.
All alone, in a dark room, with a thousand thoughts and everything to do. Very happy indeed.
All alone, entirely by choice.
Sitting in the middle of a happy crowd, feeling very lonely.
Knowing you don’t belong.
Smiling face, raw and screaming insides.
Lonely through and through.
It’s a funny thing.
Not everybody knows the difference.