on where her heart and mind confide

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i feel that heavy feeling whenever i saw everyone flexing their day, on how it's going - a documentary of events. those photos i have seen makes me tear. they were happy for this day or that day, i can see it on their smiley face - as if they won a lottery.

again, i feel blue.
i can't bear the weight of reality that showed me, how lonely i am. they have a lot of group of friends, they bond with. they have trip for tourist spot, they visit and document it. they have posted videos and pictures on their socials, tagging each other. how do i wished i have experienced and have my own circle!

i have some what to called, mine too. yet, i have to always questioned, do they forget about me? i was never asked for going out. i was never asked to take photos with them. i was never check by them. i was never. perhaps, i was never been on their pov.

perhaps, i was meant to be alone - to romanticize loneliness.