Mar 28, 2004 21:22
No one notices.
No one here really would though, as they lack the drastic comparison.
I sat is rooms of acquaintances quiet, sometimes discreetly nursing my forearm with my fingertips. I sit in rooms of acquaintances and enjoy the company. I spent all my spare time in my room, sometimes so deeply in the grip of isolation I feared to leave. I spend all my free time among people, and seldom miss the weight of solitude. I starved to translate my social anxiety into something physical. I feel nourished most of the time.
I‘ll let you know later if change is good.