It has never occur to me that I'm a person who is actually afraid of being lonely. But just recently, even though I am kind of busy, I can't help but to feel a little tinge of loneliness hovering over me.
This feeling has made me think back in yesteryears that I used to like to be solitary. I was someone who thought that it's ok when I'm left alone with not even one person to care for me. But what is happening to me now?
Maybe I am now a hermit out of its shell, refusing to go back. And yes, I like being out of my shell, seeing the vibrant colours of life and meeting creatures of other sort. And somehow despite a force pushing me to retreat back to my haven of yesteryears, I refused.
I am seeing my friends less, no colleagues to hang out with, even my boyfriend hang out with me very very seldom these days. Something from my intuition tells me that he thinks I am hounding him. Simply because he thinks I have nothing better to do these days. That hurts!
Ouch! I think I better make my way back to the santuary of my shell now...
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