Why, when I’m improving so greatly, making so many friends, and expanding my social life at such a remarkable rate, do I still have that part of me that wants to retreat and become a recluse again?
Did solitude treat me so kindly that I should want to return to it?
Yet, with that strange desire is the lingering feeling of loneliness. Do these not contradict one another?
Good grief. What is wrong with me, really…
That Quiet Girl You Sort-of Know 