Note.

Just because I’m not interested in engaging with creepy vultures doesn’t make me a lone wolf.

Also,

I do like socialising but people don’t know how to behave around me.

After multiple crappy experiences now I’m not interested.

I was interested in making friends when I moved to this apartment initially, but not many reciprocated.

Those who reciprocated where horrible and I had horrible experiences which I already spoke about.

Now I’m not interested.

I had few other male friends whom I was close to but now they are married and deep has a baby now.

Everyone has moved on and their priorities have changed.

Men don’t know how to keep it platonic neither do women apparently.

Also, women are always jealous and insecure when they speak to me.

Always.

After a lifetime of horrific experiences now I’m done.

I’ve seen everything there is to see, so I’m not interested.

For now I’m just waiting for Ginny.

And living my life as I wait.

I have my family and therapist. So I don’t feel lonely.

Also,

my community, so yeah.

If you think I’m a lone wolf because of these reasons, so be it.

But I’m not.

I’m not an introvert too.

I’m an ambivert.