I've always enjoyed being alone, but lately I've dreaded it. Lately I've had such a hard time with decisions, with paths, with knowing the right from the wrong (and, hell, while we're at it, the right from the left) that sitting in silence exacerbates the dilemma. I don't know if I'm acting or reacting, and therein lies the problem--I can't remove myself from my own emotional whirlwind long enough to see with any kind of objectivity, any kind of clarity.
I don't know. All I know is that I've never wished more to be my seven-year-old self again, safe in those few years of knowing with certainty that I was loved, that I was in the right place, and that I had infinite potential yet to investigate.