solitude

Is it so bad to enjoy solitude? Is one's own company so abhorrent that one must continuously seek the companionship of so many to bear with themselves? I enjoy solitude. That is not to say I do not enjoy the company of others, but when the company I am with is not in sync with who I feel I am, then it quickly begins to feel like a chore.

outbursts

When they happen I feel wretched. Out of character, somehow demeaned. As if my very soul has been breached and been made vulnerable. A mask of civil placidity has always seemed more appealing to me than expressing strong emotions. They are so very raw.