The Art of Being Alone

Being alone? It’s not a death sentence. It’s a damn privilege. You’re hanging with the coolest person: yourself

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To quote Taylor Swift (yes, I’m going there),
“the scary thing is, you’re on your own now. But the cool thing is, you’re on your own now.”

I felt like I was under some imaginary spotlight. Every giggle, every whisper, every look felt like a judgment. Even when no one gave a damn.

Who the hell needs critics when you’re your own harshest one?

the greatest ideas, the most profound thoughts, they all spark in solitude.

“You'll stop worrying what others think about you when you realize how seldom they do.”

Our dreams get buried under 'what will they think.'

The idea of being the odd one out, the misfit, is scarier than any ghost story.

"Maybe if I reprogram my personality, friends will stick around."

Why the hell did alone-time, once considered sacred introspection, become a modern-day Voldemort? A name we dare not utter?