not when I'm by myself, but when I'm around people.
Even the closest ones.
The lousy chatterings in the room only reflected the awkwardness of my silence.
I enjoy being left alone, but I don't.
Not when I'm the visible outsider.
I don't ask for company, but I do.
Even one would feel like the whole world to me.
Life is contradictory.
We are living, yet we are dying.