Lonely. Left out. Not having a rightful place.

I went out with my friends the other day.
Watched a bunch of movies.

I left early cause well…I had a class to go to.

I missed out on what would have been my first game of ‘I never..’

But its okay, my best friend was there.
She’ll tell me everything that happened.

right?

Well, apparently not.

She told me she couldn’t tell me.
Like the rest of them wouldn’t have wanted me to know.

That shouldn’t hurt so much no?
It does. so much.

They’re meeting up again sometime.
I want to go so bad.

But I’m so hurt, so I tell him that my dad’s going on a super long business trip next month so I’m gonna spend time with him.

Of course, that’s not true.

Somehow, I wish I’d told him the truth.
I wish I’d told her the truth.

But I don’t.

They all think everything’s fine. but it’s not.

I wanna cry, but I try not to.

I want to talk about it, but to who?

I try to believe that everything will be okay. But I can’t.

I don’t even know why I’m writing this.
Who’s going to read this.

She definitely won’t.

There’s snow everywhere outside.

Everything is just so ironic.

I just wanna be hugged.

Is it too much that I’m asking for?

…

I won’t even give the signing off….crap.

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