It started when I was a teenager—in middle school, I’d say.
I was a very insecure, impulsive kid. I became interested in spirituality and music at a very early age. They were my only real allies.
I had friends and never had trouble making them, but despite all that, I felt completely left out, different, and it weighed heavily on me.
I was completely alone, and I felt like I didn’t have the right to complain, because I had a roof over my head, a mother, and food to eat.
Now, at 23, I’ve learned to embrace this solitude; I have a few close friends, a girlfriend, but I still need to be alone just as much—shut away, far from the world. I wish it were different. I’m completely drained of energy after just a few hours around people.
I live in the Paris suburbs, and going to Paris, for example, is an absolute nightmare for me.
What’s wrong with me??