Working Through Loneliness...

I work at this tiny bookstore... long hours but never see anyone I really click with. Sometimes, looking through all these books makes me feel so small and lonely... like the characters in them have more friends than I do in real life... On nights when it's quiet, I find myself spacing out, thinking about what my coworkers or customers would think if they knew I sometimes masturbate at work during breaks... It feels weird but also kinda comforting. Not sure why I'm sharing this honestly... just felt like maybe someone else has these same odd moments too...