I feel lonely. So lonely that I feel like I do not have a single friend. But then again, I'm surrounded by so many people that say they're my friends but are they really? I would never know.
They say they love me. Do they mean it? They say that they're always there for me. But are they? They say that they'll never leave me. So why am I even writing this?
I know deep down that none of you do. I know that most of you care about your own self. I know most of you would not even cry if I was gone. Heck, some of you wouldn't even show up to my funeral if I died.
I'll just continue to act like I'm not lonely. I'll make myself believe I have friends when I actually don't. I hate this feeling.
Loneliness.
YOU ARE READING
secrets.
Short Storywe all have secrets, now don't we? obviously we all do. probably these might relate to you as well. [DISCLAIMER: these are all purely fiction. not all of them relates to me in any way.] enjoy! -c
