It's no fun being alone.
It makes you want to turn away from hope, and come face to face with all things that are bad.
How could you call your bestie on the phone and tell her your inner thoughts when you don't have one?
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How could you not doubt yourself when every "friend" you've had ends up leaving?
Ever since 6th grade, there's been this gap - a big, friendless gap. It becomes larger each and every year.
Just sweet nothings and loneliness. That's all I'm left with.
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