Being in a room full of people and still feeling alone.

That is what it feels like to be the outgoing girl with an introverted mind.

Maybe it is because I like to write.

I would rather put how I feel down on a blank sheet of paper than express my feelings to someone any day.

I am not one to open up and because of it, being an outgoing introvert can be challenging.

I am extremely social, but selectively social. I can hold a conversation with anyone for hours, but I can also go a day without talking to anyone. I love to go out, but I also don't mind staying in on a Friday night alone.

I enjoy being social in the moment. The want and need for me to interact with others and attend certain gatherings comes in waves.

An outgoing introvert like myself typically confuses the minds of many. People may automatically assume that I am a full force extrovert due to my ability to socialize, but little do they know, I prefer to keep to myself.

The way that I act, think and do typically depends on what I am surrounded by—this is what determines the vibes that I will carry.

If I am feeling the environment that I am in, my energy will show it. If I am not, then you will see that too.

I do not feel the need to draw much attention to myself.

In fact, too much attention is too much for me to handle. And I simply have no interest in proving myself to a crowd full of people I don't know.

I am also the type of person that will go out of my way to avoid people—not because I don't want to talk, but because I don't want to small talk.

I find the most comfort in places that are quiet, yet still surrounded by people.

Coffee shops, libraries, parks — these are the places where I find sanity.

Writing, reading, thinking — these are the things that bring me pleasure.

Some people are enticed by my ability to be not only a social butterfly, but also someone who won't answer your text for days.

Whereas some people just don't get it.

I am difficult to understand and quite honestly, I am not so sure that I necessarily want to be understood.

In a strange way, I admire the mysterious factors about myself. People can see me from the outside in, but they can't see me from the inside out — which to me, is intriguing.

Being the way that I am can best be explained as having fuel in my system. I can be fun, friendly, and down for whatever, but when the fuel tank is low, I have to call quits.

I can be the life of the party, but I can also be the girl you won't hear from for days.