introverted?

loved being alone? time passes with my thoughts floating high, I'm used to amusing my own heart with daydreams or nightmares. scribbling down those insecure thoughts inside my little head. I think I can truly.....truly be myself alone? without any facades, which I'm exhausted with, i romanticize my own isolation, and trust me, that's way better than being infront of an extrovert crowd. and i really, really love it. i fumbled on my own words.... speeches...even thoughts.... i realised the better crucks lie in being an introvert? wait, but, inside....deep inside buried in some walls of my heart there is primal....no, weird urge to be extroverted!! but, by God, that term sounds so, damn alien to me. maybe because I always end up loving being alone??!