Loneliness sucks; being alone does not.
Wherein the latter is a state of willful, uninterrupted contemplation (or complete lack thereof) which can easily be ended, the former is a soul-crushing existence in which one is in a place (physically, emotionally, and/or spiritually) of solitude from which there isn't an available escape. The former only occurs unwittingly, because nobody in their right mind would choose it.
I can't tell if I've just learned this fact recently, or if it's something I (and possibly the rest of humanity) already knew subconsciously and there simply hadn't been the right set of circumstances for it to show itself.
In any case, there it is; one of them gosh darned actualities that has the audacity to poke its head up from the hole where it was hiding and stare at you.
I shouldn't hate it because I can't do much about it, but I do.
I hate its stupid, forlorn face.
