Sometimes, alone-time is sweeter than sweet. Granted, too much could develop a soul cavity, but some people can get away with more than most other folks and be fine in their social form.
Alone-time can feel like trekking atop your favorite pastry, or wading through the best ice cream, but at some point, you have to use the bathroom during your trek, and I saw you playing Seagulling Marco Polo in the ice cream, so...eventually, your own filth kills the mood.
Loneliness is saddening, alone-time is a conditioning, and a trust in yourself.
Gawd damnit get your hand outta your pants!
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