Did you know, one can stand in a room filled with people, and feel alone? I do. My friends are just strangers I have chosen to laugh with for a while. How rare it is now, that I actually care. Memories are my fondest dreams. The past is my future. I shed a few tears whenever I remember. I try to find love, friendship, hope, somewhere I belong. But they're too pretty, they're too smart, and they are never it. I tell myself, they are out there somewhere. Somewhere. And just maybe, they're alone.
December 17, 2011