Like an outcast with no friends that truly know me, and if they did know about my sexuality, I wouldn't have any friends left, so alone in a sense
Other than that nagging anxiety I'm actually doing great, I know its a contradictory conundrum, I should be depressed but im content with life at the moment, having dogs by my side makes up for any sense of loneliness when it comes to human interaction (having to hide my true self from the people closest to me is a big cause for loneliness, feeling like I don't belong, or fit in with anyone else here in this city)