It gets lonely without you to talk to, but I know you won't come back. It's nights like this when I miss you the most. I hate being alone...I told that to all of you...but you still left me here. You were my best friends...and each and every one of you left without a single goodbye. You all told me you would either be right back, or just disappeared mid-conversation.
And honestly, it makes me sad. It shows that I value you so much higher than you value me. But again, this is my normality, and I am growing to accept it. I stay in the hopes that maybe someday you will return. I know some of you won't, but I seem to be getting by decently by just pretending you're all too busy to get in touch.
Some say that such thoughts will drive me mad.
If that is true, then so be it.
At least in my madness, we will be together again.