People like us have managed to convince ourselves that we were meant to be alone. We have isolated ourselves from the rest of humanity, believing that there is no one else like us.
We consider isolation some perverse way of protecting ourselves. Avoiding asking “what are we trying to shield ourselves from?” The paradox of loneliness? The heartbreak that comes with the realization that someone we placed all our faith in was not our ideal, fairytale Saviour in the end?
We make futile attempts to build walls between ourselves and others, when we fear that they will not accept us.
People like us are powerful because we are the best liars; the kind that deceive themselves first. Yet our actions betray us when we reach out, and reach out again for a sign of comfort from the people we have so carefully pushed away. Our dependence is a self-induced disease, from which no one can save us.