“I had no idea how lonely I was until I wasn't lonely anymore.”
“I couldn't convince her that if I had a book with me, I wasn't lonely.”
“I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely. How appropriate that I write this to myself.”
“I was feeling lonely without her, but the fact that I could feel lonely at all was consolation. Loneliness wasn't such a bad feeling. It was like the stillness of the pin oak after the little birds had flown off.”
“...I thought it was safer and easier to be one my own. But I don't think I was to be invisible anymore because-because it's lonely, and I don't want to be lonely. I don't want to be alone.”
“Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it.”