This is the kind of lonely night that sparks my anxiety.
The kind of night that makes me miss him even more, because I'm not sure if I have my friends either.
The kind of night where the lack of bond my family shares feels more pronounced. No one talks to each other, nor spends time with one another.
The kind of night where I feel like a fraud among the love of cousins and relatives.
The kind of night where my materialistic goals and personal ambitions make me even lonelier.
As if they highlight the lack of love.
As if personal achievements are going to cuddle and make love to me.
As if beautiful things are going to cradle my heart and tingle my being.
The kind of night where I realize the void I try to fill.
Tonight is one of those nights.