Even at a young age, I already felt... so powerless. Nowhere to run... Parents suck... No friends... The Loner. I am.
I'd just like to point out that you were given every opportunity to succeed. There was even going to be a party for you. A big party that all your friends were invited to. I invited your best friend the Companion Cube. Of course, he couldn't come because you murdered him. All your other friends couldn't come either because you don't have any other friends. Because of how unlikable you are. It says so here in your personnel file: Unlikable. Liked by no one. A bitter, unlikable loner whose passing shall not be mourned. Shall not be mourned. That's exactly what it says. Very formal. Very official. It also says you were adopted. So that's funny, too.
I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a woman, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the street with her. I didn't want conversation, or to go anywhere except the racetrack or the boxing matches. I didn't understand t.v. I felt foolish paying money to go into a movie theatre and sit with other people to share their emotions. Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateur drunks, the bores.
—Charles Bukowski
"Not alone, 'Lone'. Alone is an unfortunate predicament, lone is an aesthetic choice."
"I walked for miles inside this pit of danger. I've swallowed down a thousand years of anger. The weight of the world is falling on my shoulders. A place where no one follows me I walk alone."
—Saliva's I Walk Alone
To love you must have someone else,
Giving requires a legatee,
Good neighbours need whole parishfuls
Of folk to do it on - in short,
Our virtues are all social; if,
Deprived of solitude, you chafe,
It's clear you're not the virtuous sort.
Viciously, then, I lock the door...
—Philip Larkin, "Best Society"
The next morning Hiro Sakurai made his big debut at Fukuyama High. One by one, groups of students tried to befriend him, and they all came back with the same verdict ... He was a cold fish, through and through. I had never seen a student care so little about fitting in. It was as if he wanted to be left alone. And, sure enough, he was. By the end of the week, Hiro Sakurai had systematically frozen himself out of every clique in whole school. Even the losers wanted nothing to do with him.