Mar 2019
Sitting in the far back.
Just waiting for the time to pass so you can go home.
You ask yourself, "What am I doing here?"
"Why did I even bother to come?"
Alone in a room full of people you know is a different kind of loneliness
They are the faces you've talked to, laugh with, and loved. The faces you've created memories with. You called them your friends
but to them, you're just someone.
At least you're someone.
Just waiting for the time to pass so you can go home.
You ask yourself, "What am I doing here?"
"Why did I even bother to come?"
Alone in a room full of people you know is a different kind of loneliness
They are the faces you've talked to, laugh with, and loved. The faces you've created memories with. You called them your friends
but to them, you're just someone.
At least you're someone.
I no longer know what friends are. I don't know if I'm being to demanding when all I ask for is real love and support. I've been receiving wishes of happiness and love only because they have to and not because they want to. It feels empty to have friends like that.
