Mine.

2

My life is pretty boring, it consists of only seeing five or six people in three months. I'm a very lonely person, and  not sure if I should be proud of that. I gave up on everything after I lost my boyfriend when I was nineteen, no, not the one that went to college, the other one was special. Yes, I was too shy to kiss him or to do anything that involved sexual touching but I still loved him with all my heart. He left me for a trip, or a job interview or whatever I don't know. He's a really good comic artist, he drew me quite a few times. I still have some of the wrinkled papers in a drawer somewhere.
I sat with my two blonde friends who chatted about Megan's wedding, they talked about Rudy and Dalton, how they were doing. Gaby gave up on having three more, because if her partner was on and off, then why should she even try for more? There would be mixed feelings into the sex, or no feeling at all. But anyways, I thought about Tim and how he was working with Rachel in a business. My ex friend Sarah Coco is married to some weirdo, and has four kids with the "American Dream" house. She still gets her way with lying. I fucking hate her. Rachel's business consists of helping upcoming artists like how One Direction has a manager or ten. Kind of like that. Tim sets up the locations or whatever. Rachel plans it ALL. I'm trying to remember some of my other friends... Oh yeah! Karly and Caitlyn got married. They have two adopted children, and they live in England. Brianne made it to Japan to become a manga artist, and Dylan became a food critic. I wish I was a food critic. But anyways, my fists were curled underneath the table. I want to do something with my life. I want to be something. Not just die and waste away.
"Guys I'm gonna die alone." I blurted out, and Megan started giggling. Gaby looked at me weird with a sheepish smile and said, "What?"
"I said I'm gonna die alone, duh." The table was quiet.
"Oh Jade I'm sure you'll find something to do or a serious boyfriend one day, you aren't going to die alone."
"I haven't even had sex yet Megan." I mumbled, eyeing the room, I would be embarrassed if someone heard me. I'm fucking thirty nine! The girls stare at me, and Gaby speaks up.
"Well why don't you just go up to someone and get their number and abracadabra! No longer a virgin! And if they love you they'll stay."
"That's, not really helpful." I say quietly, rubbing my coffee cup with my thumb nervously. I shouldn't have said anything. Everyone shrugged or looked over at the window, making me feel helpless. I scrunched my nose and knocked my coffee cup over, it crashed on the ground and I stormed out, slamming the door behind me.
I was going to do something with my life, something I fucking want to do. I go home and I sit upon the old, dirty white leather couch. I call my brother.
"Daniel, do you have a few thousands to spare?"
"Why?!" He whines, I can see him leaning against his kitchen counter pushing up his nerdy ass glasses.
"I want to do something with my goddamn life."
"Uh..."
"Please, I won't bother you for money for the next two years."
"I'll think about it."
"Huh, well--" I heard the phone click and I sighed. I ran a hand though my hair, it was short again. It was long for a while, but I got tired of it being so itchy. I cut it in April.
I go to my room and start packing, when I hear a knock at the door. I open it and I see Alayna.
"Dude," I breathed out with a mad laugh. "You always come at the worst times."
"Nah, I come at the times where you do some badass shit." She says, a vanilla cigar between her pink lips.
"Sure is badass," I say sarcastically. When have I ever been badass? When I punched this guy in the nose for talking shit about my friends? Trespassing because I wanted to see a abandoned building? No. I'm not badass. I'm a loser with expectations.
"I want to come." Alayna says, looking down the hallway into my room, my clothes were scattered everywhere. "Why not." I shrugged. I don't think Gaby can leave her kids behind. Don't think Megan can abandon her love. Sadri isn't very fond of me anymore, we only speak when we see each other in the damn grocery store. Alayna, she only paints for a living. Her job is movable. Also what is she leaving? A house? It's probably locked because she knew what was gonna happen.
"If you don't come, I might freak out and do some crazy shit..." I mumble, she merely smiles. "Pack your bags, we're going to anywhere that is cheap. Anywhere but here."