I keep my distance because trust is a luxury I can’t afford.

Silence is my armor against a world full of noise.

I don’t need many people; I need the right ones.

Opening up only left me exposed and broken.

People don’t understand me, and I stopped trying.

I talk less because words have betrayed me too often.

Alone is not lonely when you learn to be your own peace.

Fake smiles taught me to hide my real feelings.

I’m not antisocial, just selectively social.

The more people around, the less I feel connected.

I protect my heart by building walls, not bridges.

Trust is earned, not given to just anyone.

I observe more than I speak; words can be weapons.

My silence speaks louder than your empty conversations.

I don’t fit into your world, and I’m fine with that.

Close to no one, far from fake pretenses.

The pain of betrayal shaped my solitude.

I choose solitude over shallow company.

Not everyone deserves a place in your story.

I’m comfortable in my own company because others hurt too much.

The less I say, the less I get hurt.

People come and go, but my peace stays.

I’m a stranger in crowded rooms.

I’m not cold; I’m just guarding my warmth.

My trust is a rare gift, not a common currency.

I keep my world small to protect my soul.

I’m not avoiding you, I’m avoiding pain.

You can’t break what’s already broken.

My quietness is my protest against a fake world.

I don’t explain myself; those who matter understand.

The less people know me, the better.

Alone doesn’t mean lonely when you’re at peace.

I wear my scars like badges of survival.

I choose silence when words fail me.

I’m not shy, just tired of pretending.

Fake people taught me the value of solitude.

My soul is tired of empty interactions.

I’m not running away, I’m protecting my peace.

The world is loud, I choose quiet.

I don’t seek approval; I seek authenticity.

I’m comfortable being misunderstood.

I prefer depth over numbers.

I don’t need to explain my silence.

Alone is a choice, loneliness is a feeling.

People don’t see my battles behind the calm.

I’m selective about who I let in.

Silence is my sanctuary.

I’m not lonely, just selectively social.

Trust once broken is never fully rebuilt.

I don’t seek company; I seek understanding.