without roof nor law

anika. pagan. cyclist. vegan. angry. ecstatic. feminist.

i am completely alienated from everyone i know.

everyone tells me that i “don’t do anything,” that i’m boring, that i need to get out of the house more. that it’s really hard to be my friend. this one girl, whom i thought i was best friends with, in particular. i told her i don’t identify with anyone in society, and i don’t want to go out dancing and drinking, because it’s my idea of a horrible time. i don’t want to party. to talk to people. to hold conversations with them, because they are not of interest to me. i’m starting to feel like i don’t even identify with my partner, or my family. all of whom, ironically enough, i used to identify with very well. i’m changing. i’m isolating myself more than i ever used to. all i care to do is needlepoint, sit in the bath, and read the hobbit. i don’t want anyone to talk to me, and i don’t want to talk to anyone. i like to be alone. and it’s hurting people around me. and i don’t know what to do. i do not belong here.