I’ve always pondered whether loneliness was a disease or if it were a momentary reflection of how another sees me. If I feel so alone in my own company, how could another possibly enjoy me?
I’ve been so miserable at times I pondered ending it, but then I always have a flash of the world, and I realize what I’d be throwing away if I gave up.
I’m a wanderer who’s passionately in love with life, and I would dread to envision the world as it is now when I could’ve changed it just by changing myself, but instead left it to the rest of people here.
I’ve never been with anyone, had a boyfriend, or a large number of friends, but it’s no worry… the world’s not ending because I’m alone, it’s ending because it’s alone. One less Gypsy soul wandering this planet would add just one more shade of darkness.
So, to end my seemingly perpetual state of loneliness, I bought a dog, an Australian Malamute (mix). Now I have someone to wander through this world with me.
And I’ve called her… Century