I feel lonely.
It happens every now and then.
Maybe every night.
I feel sad watching the news.
I write about it sometimes. But people I know seem to be annoyed of it.
I guess so.
It makes sense.
I’m just that kind of person.
I wonder when this loneliness will stop for good.
No one necessarily understands me. Wrong words come out. That, or the way I look makes them think I’m insulting them.
But, I guess people think that’s my fault too.
Right, that must be it.
It must be because, “You’re not doing anything about it. You’re not saying anything about it.”
I guess, if that’s what they want to think.
Closed minds don’t open if they’re not willing to.
I know I’m a horrible person.
I think bad things about people sometimes.
I feel threatened everywhere I go.
I’m a horrible person.
But I don’t like to be.
In the end, who do I have?
Where can I go on nights like these?
Sometimes, I wish I could spend a night at a church.
The open space makes me comfortable most.
Everywhere else, I feel obsolete.
I’d like to watch the rain tonight. But there’s none.
I’d like to sleep until late afternoon tomorrow. But I have finals.
I’d like to feel free.
But, I don’t know any more.