There was a stage in my life when I didn't trust other people but my entire clan and my best friend, then I chose to stay inside our house, in a room most of the time.
I'd always read. I always had a book or an e-book with me. I'd read from morning til dawn that I just took my baths in the afternoons or evenings, rarely in the mornings.
I barely talked. All of a sudden, I became the silent and the introvert. I only talked to please and make my family happy.
I was antisocial. I rarely went out. I only went out of the house when I was told to run errands or if we had family gatherings.
I barely had communications with my other friends and acquaintances. I only had little communication with my best friend who passes by our house, keeps up with me, gives me updates, and checks how I was.
That had been me!
It's odd how today I remember all these, recall how I felt then, and realize I was never lonely during that phase in my life. I was a loner, but I was content. Well, it may be because I was too engrossed with the books I read. I am not really sure, but I was happy then. I had my own bubble and felt safe. I couldn't help but wonder how I'd be today if I kept myself inside that bubble. I wouldn't have been hurt, but I wouldn't have experienced real life too.
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