thepinacoladawolf
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Happiness In Loneliness
Essentially, I don't know how to explain it. I've come to realize, I'm actually content with not having anyone. I go throughout the day thinking about music, movies, photography, so on and so forth, but never about having someone. I've detached myself from my room mate, which is a good thing, but I feel as though I've detached myself from 'want' of another person, or a loved one. Hell, I literally feel as though I don't belong with anyone. I mean, I've always had that sense of 'belonging' but that doesn't even connect to the sense of needing a love in life.
I know people accuse me of being narcissistic but can they blame me after all the shit I've dealt with? I wouldn't really call it narcissism anyway. I just prefer my own company over someone else's because of the way they act, as if I'm a burden in their lives, and when they do things they only do it to shut me up, instead of doing it for the sake of friendship.
I won't say that "I love me" or that "Only I know what I want" or "Only I know how to treat myself", but I might as well imply it. I'm completely content with me being me for myself, not for anyone else, and the need for another body for sexual gratification has diminished greatly. I won't say that my most intense sexual experiences have been by my own hand, but it's just a lack of a social life that hasn't given me something better than my own damn hand and a bottle of KY.
In any case, I won't call it narcissism. I am living by myself as far as I am concerned. My room mate doesn't matter to me anymore.
Essentially, I don't know how to explain it. I've come to realize, I'm actually content with not having anyone. I go throughout the day thinking about music, movies, photography, so on and so forth, but never about having someone. I've detached myself from my room mate, which is a good thing, but I feel as though I've detached myself from 'want' of another person, or a loved one. Hell, I literally feel as though I don't belong with anyone. I mean, I've always had that sense of 'belonging' but that doesn't even connect to the sense of needing a love in life.
I know people accuse me of being narcissistic but can they blame me after all the shit I've dealt with? I wouldn't really call it narcissism anyway. I just prefer my own company over someone else's because of the way they act, as if I'm a burden in their lives, and when they do things they only do it to shut me up, instead of doing it for the sake of friendship.
I won't say that "I love me" or that "Only I know what I want" or "Only I know how to treat myself", but I might as well imply it. I'm completely content with me being me for myself, not for anyone else, and the need for another body for sexual gratification has diminished greatly. I won't say that my most intense sexual experiences have been by my own hand, but it's just a lack of a social life that hasn't given me something better than my own damn hand and a bottle of KY.
In any case, I won't call it narcissism. I am living by myself as far as I am concerned. My room mate doesn't matter to me anymore.









