I've forgotten what it was like to have someone there for you when you needed them. I've gotten so used to being my only friend that I can't recognize the kindness in another person.
I've become bitter toward the human race for leaving me alone in a time when I needed someone the most.
I felt as if I was a drifting wood, floating amidst the blue seas.
Endless. I found no other drifters.
Endless. I found a horizon that I could not reach.
Here I am, a floating soul with a neverending ocean of solitude. I am my own friend and I feel like I'm losing me too.