At first there’s this horrible moment where life completely sucks and you see no way out.
Then after getting over the part where you thought you’d go crazy you start noticing it, that it’s not so bad anymore. That being alone doesn’t feel like the cruelest of tortures invented anymore. In fact between your new found love of thoughts and reading and inner-world living you can’t help but think that you’d never quiet be lonely again.
What a lovely surprise to finally discover how unlonely being alone can be.