Hello, it's Moonfly

I thought I am okay with a life not knowing anyone else. All along I felt comfortable living with my boyfriend in the same roof and rarely leave the house, only whenever I have any energy to do so; most of them with him because as much as I love going outdoorsy alone at times, it could get boring and even overwhelming and sad.  I had a chat with my sister recently just to catch up. She tells me her recent whereabouts as well as how’s her friend group going. She’s very much a party person and I admire her freedom and being the independent person she is.  I had fun as she tells me all the details about what she and her friends been into recently. As someone who lived quite lonely, I’m very nosy and curious on what is a social life out there.   Later on, I started to cry. Still a bit jealous on both getting updated about her less than her friends, her having a friend group to get busy with, and just being able to go around and have friends in general. But that’s fine I ...