The feeling of loneliness. Is like having a fully running vehicle but no gasoline so that you cannot move. Being in desperation for attention and happiness, is like craving for food but you cannot taste. The line between my seclusion and delectation, is as thick as the mud on a rainy day, I just don’t understand. I talk to my stuffed teddy bears faithfully, but I do not receive a response. I guess that’s just how life is. I stare out my window and couldn’t help but to hear and see all the love and laughter. I was so accustomed to depression I forgot what happiness actually looked like. I will never be happy.