I can tell you don't really know what it's like to be all alone. You think you do, but you really don't. You've never experienced that hollowness inside, that inability to have someone there to just talk to. You've never experienced the gut wrenching ache when you see people laughing, kissing or even just walking together. You've never awake lain in bed at night wondering what's so wrong with you that nobody even pretends to like you. You've never fallen asleep with tears staining your cheeks as once again you cried and cried until you couldn't breathe all because you know tomorrow won't be any better than today. You've never had to sit at a table for one with everyone else at tables for at least two. You've never felt that loneliness that rides around on your shoulders and in your heart, plaguing you, haunting you, breaking you down until you are nothing but a shell of what you once were. Trust me when I say you don't really know what it's like to be alone, because if you did, then you wouldn't be trying to sympathise with me or pretending you know how I feel. You would do what all lonely people do when they meet another lonely person, you would just sit and listen to the unspoken words and try to fill just a little bit of that emptiness that resides inside.