On the one hand I like it - the peace, solitude and quiet, allowing me to read my books without distractions and to have control over my life. On the other hand, however, I get so homesick and anxious, and sometimes find it unbearable being alone, all by myself, with no company. I miss my parents and brother when I am alone, and it makes me more obsessive, sometimes to the point of panic.
Being alone makes me nervous, even though I like my own space. When with my parents, I retreat to my bedroom most of the time, but their presence is reassuring.
At the moment I am feeling sad, deflated, anxious, stressed and uncertain. I spent Christmas with my parents; now I am home alone at my flat.
