The Lonely sits in her room, watching the world. She wants to be a part of that world, but she knows that she is not 'normal' enough for them. So when she does venture among them, she wears a mask to try and be normal. It's an uncomfortable mask...she hates wearing it...and works on changing herself bit by bit to try and be herself and normal enough to walk among them without the mask.

She ventures online, where she can be herself without worry. She finds friends and loves. Some she welcomed into her heart should not have been and tore it apart on leaving. She keeps putting it back together and still welcomes new friends and loves into it, damaged and scarred though it may be.

She eventually lives in a house with many loves and friends. She tries desperately to relax and be happy with them, to socialize more and be herself with them, yet still she cannot relax completely. She doesn't know why, so she hides. But she still tries again and again.

She longs for the touch of others, yet seems horrible at relaying this. Even when the touch does come, she tenses at the start and people misread it and think she doesn't like it. She tries to touch others and that seems to work to a degree. Still, she yearns for more.

She hides in the computer, where she can be herself completely. When the computer is not working in some way, it upsets her, disturbs her deeply. It must work. It must let her live there! But she tries to slip away. Tries to relax...tries to be without it for longer periods.

She thanks her friends and loves for putting up with her for so long, but she is scared of losing them as well. The fear is not constant for her, but it is there. She fears that the continued inability for her to relax and live will make them drift away.

Maybe the Lonely is the way she is because she knew she wasn't normal since her childhood...and so grew used to playing alone in her room. Her family was never very 'touchy-feely'...hugs were not really given...love yous were never really said. Perhaps it's because of other things in her past...hurtful things...things that nearly destroyed her. Maybe those things did destroy her and she's just too stubborn to admit it and keel over.

...I don't like being the Lonely.