I used to be someone who can’t stand being alone; someone who found the sound of silence deafening and overwhelming. I felt choked by it. I used to feel like everyone was watching me if I were alone in public, which of course, I have come to discover is far from the truth because, honestly, the general public could not care less about my life. Yet my desire to be alone has escalated exponentially over the year. Now I find myself wanting to be alone all the time. When I am alone, I am left to enjoy the world I hope to live in, which ceases to exist when intruded by the presence of other people.
Through these thin dorm walls, I hear the muffled stomping of feet, murmured conversations and feel the lingering taste of brownie crumbs on my tongue. I am content behind these walls. The only things that will draw me out of my cave of solitude are the possibilities of snagging a square of fresh brownie and a full bladder.