I noticed people stopped talking to me, the groupchats were deleting and dying, my inbox emptied and for the next few months the play began to end. I realised I was actually alone the whole time, not lonely, just alone. And so that is what they did, they cured me from my worst and left me at my best.
It really wasn't that bad though. Because they were definitely going to come back, as soon as they find out about my mother giving up and taking her life yesterday aswell.
What will I do when they leave again? Probably just hang out with my parents.
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Loneliness and Loss
Short Storya short, badly written story about deception, isolation and the impact of a personal tragedy.
