Loneliness

I am no longer nervous, no longer stressed. I am not frustrated or overworked, yet something is still missing....

I am no longer angry nor am I sad.
What I feel is, loneliness...

I can't share my daily adventures. Not that I have any. I can't experience new or weird things because I feel I am locked in a village where no one wants to meet the real me.

I am not being me. How can I, if there is no one observing or listening, or even wondering what is with my life? No one cares to want to meet me?

I knew things would be easier said than done. I am a mover, I can't stay in one spot yet I find this one of my hardest moves.
Do I feel like my move has been a mistake? Was it not well thought out?

I moved for love and I don't regret that. But will I regret this career path, considering It's stopped me from going any further up the labouring ladder I was rising.

My ambtitions are huge, they always have been. But I feel my intelligence and knowledge is slowly deteriorating along with my motivation and mood. I really thought I would put my skills into practise but instead I hunger for more, for some adventure or new experience that I can live with. Something I can write about and tell stories about my experiences. Even madness is missed because although it would be crazy it would soon turn into something fascinating to talk about.

I feel like I am locked in my tower and no one can hear or see me.

Is love really worth it?