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It feels good to be alone, sometimes. The first days I spent here in Knoxville were unbelievably happy and refreshing for me. I walked around the town, talked to people, focused on the little things that are amazing, and I felt free. The day that my apartment neighbor arrived, I was happy that I had someone to talk to, but I stopped going to places alone. For some reason I felt kind of the need to make him enjoy himself in Knoxville, and I stopped enjoying MY time alone in Knoxville. He's a very very nice person, and I do enjoy his company, and I have learned a lot from his culture because he is from Italy. Still, I hate about myself that I care too much what other people think sometimes, that I stop enjoying myself.