Mistaking isolation & loneliness with self-comfort is a common occurrence within my life. Many times, I have sat for hours staring at the clock in the coffee shop, confused as to whether I am feeling alone or happy in my own world. Occasionally, someone would come along and we would engage in a wonderful conversation. However, fifteen minutes later I would begin to question their permanency and role in my life. Other days, I have parked in my “hidden” spot to see my friend pull in beside me. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and sighed in relief. “I was not going to be alone tonight; I would reunite with my lost soul thanks to someone I tend to laugh with.” They said I am no longer able to mask my personality in public; I reveal my true self- unstable, confused, and sensitive. However, I recall the times I walked out the entrance door, waving my hand and claiming to be perfectly fine during my solo-drive. On the other hand, the Delta roads know I have shed many tears around that area, self-talking out loud knowing it was pure “self” talk. It is helpful to think you are on a special mission for some days and after this, everything will be okay. It is helpful to see her step inside my bubble these days and tell me she, too, is lonely. “It is all right to be this way, Preet, and happiness exists in this hidden world of ours as well.” I tell myself to blend in with the world around me because my city has a large population; I cannot be the only one to feel this way. While I blend to hide I realize, lines between self-company and loneliness are blurred when this is the only lifestyle I have lived.