“ I’m reading. I’m writing. Very little will coax me out of the shell I’m creating. Very few will make me want to spend time with them over time with me. This isn’t selfishness. It’s comfort. ”
random post from the tumblr world that i found. when i read it, i realized that this is exactly what i’m doing. just replace writing with watching inordinate amounts of LOST.
i’m so lonely. but all i want to be is alone.
