I sat there staring at the picture before me. My group of friends displayed on the screen in front of me, smiling at the camera. "Hanging with all my besties!" it was captioned. Frowning, I kept clicking- another group picture. They were at the Halloween party that we had all planned on going to together, yet here I was in my pjs at home and they were out having fun. All of their stories were filled with highlights from the night and laughter, yet here I was alone.
Why is it that someone can be so easily forgotten? Is it intentional, or am I person that most people wouldn't know was missing? But, it's okay, as always. People just don't understand.
Alone.
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Alone
Short Storya place where I let my inner demons write a journal written by the darkest parts of me **marked mature because it's not pretty **random updates
