I had a big wake up call recently, and I’ve realized how isolated I am. The words, “No man is an island” keep being repeated in my mind. I can’t avoid the reality that I need to integrate myself in society in order to be someone and be happy. Being relatively young, I feel sad seeing others socialize and smile without a care, as I can only think of the imperfections in the word. Trivial imperfections that I’ve let change me. The isolation that I’ve come to realize, I love though. The truth is, I love being isolated.