I have found myself at a point where a night out is nice once in awhile , but I prefer being alone in my solitude, with a cup of tea and some downbeat lounge music. I believe the reasoning for this is because I have identified my inner beauty, and am quite fond of the person I’m becoming. I have come to the realization that my happiness no longer relies on the opinions of others. I used to be the life of the party. I hated spending a night in. I hated being alone. I now love being alone. I love spending the night in. But, admittedly, I’m still the life of the party.