An odd juxtaposition.

I can't stand to be alone. I feel like something bad is going to happen if I am alone. I don't know if this stems from traumatic childhood events, abandonment issues, or just random psychosis, but there it is. That is why I adore having so many roommates. I am almost always never alone.

I need to be alone. All the people all the time around me makes me feel not like myself. There is always that awareness that someone is always around and I might do something weird. I can only be my true self when I am alone. I hoard it to myself and revel in the solitude.

When someone is home, I am both comforted and resentful.

So odd.