Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves.
Why? Was the world put here just to nourish loneliness?
Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
Somedays, I'm good. I ride on a rush of jubilation. I feel invincible.
Other days, it wriggles its way into my consciousness, and I can feel a gaping absence in me.
Then there are days when it is a freaking black hole I couldn't possibly ignore, and it takes all I can not to be dragged right in.
Never has an absence been more keenly felt.
Never has loneliness had this much company.