Why do I love Loneliness?
Why do I rebel against Rebellion?
Looking at what I wrote, it appears as though I welcomed Loneliness with some kind of affection...
Extreme dislike demonstrated my distaste for Rebellion.
It's like these "demons" have such a strong hold on me that even the mention of their names changes the way that I feel when I talk about them.
The transition to a travel position is beginning to make more sense now.
I'm being thrust into a battle that I've long not wanted to fight. The fight to excise these demons from my life.
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