I know that doesn't make much sense given that I have twin tornados right next to me. I'm not alone. I'm never alone.
I know it doesn't make sense since my husband will be home in the not-too-distant future, but I am nonetheless.
Dh isn't here. So I'm alone inside my own head. At night, when I can't fall asleep, I'm alone there in the dark. When the kids are asleep and I use any excuse to avoid going to bed because I don't want to lay there in the empty silence, I'm alone.
I'm just lonely.