There are these times when I am intensely lonely.  Most of the time I am comfortable with my loneliness.  I’m not the same as my peers.  I’d rather sit down and read books about the economy or politics than gab about other people’s relationships.  I love watching the news and debating and chatting with any adults I can find (ie: teachers, parents, coaches, etc.)

But when I’m going through a tough social time, the loneliness gets intense.  I just cry and crave a hug, a warm body to console me and wrap me up in their arms.  Preferably long, strong boy arms, but any arms will do.  I used to talk to the ex about it and cuddle up with him, but now I can’t anymore.  And I don’t reach out to people because 95% of the time I’m comfortable being alone.  I know that when I’m in college and am finally surrounded by intellectuals, instead of the nitwits that surround me today, I will be more at ease.