There’s this constant battle between wanting isolation and not. Finding solitude but also wanting it to break for a time. Has it just became a habit that I want to be alone because it’s more convenient? How my mind contradicts with the thought of not wanting any more hands to hold in fear of mistrusting someone and making the biggest mistake of your life and also reaching out for someone and still possibly making the biggest mistake of your life. There are days where I find comfort in loneliness but there are days where I want to escape and tell the world how I feel. Would anyone dare to listen? I think. It’s always hard to run into a dead end. And I fear I’m just wasting my time because I keep running into them.