Riley's Art Book/Journal

Random Terrible small story that I felt like writing cause I am a boss-

Loneliness. Ah, how much I hate it. It's the thing that constantly drags me down in an endless pit of depression and anxiety. Drags me down so much to the point I can't even remember the last breath I took. So emotionally breaking to the point I can't even think about the other who call out to me. It makes me alone. It makes me go mad, and cry as I try to find myself in people that I don't belong in. What's the point? Depressed people say. Why am I living? Everyone asks. People hurt themselves, to feel better. I stay alive, to suffer; to feel the pain of this nonstop loneliness. I am alone when I am with others. When I speak, no one else listens. It's as if, I never exsisted. If I had left, no one would have noticed. Because I am alone.

And it will stay that way.

Forever.

Aha, this was a pointless thing I wrote in the middle of the night-

No I am not hurt, or planing to hurt myself of any sort (not that you were worried or anything).

I just felt lonely, so I wrote.