The dreaded feeling of being alone.
    People say it's just a phase that comes along with being a hormonal teenager. *eye roll* Seriously?
    So what if I'm 'over thinking' this. Maybe you're not thinking about it enough.
   Have you ever stopped to think that maybe, I don't want to hear 'You'll be okay' or 'It won't last forever'. Maybe I want someone to say 'I'm right here, I will always be here'.
   I don't want to be told stupid metaphors that always end up stating how 'Things will work themselves out. Just you wait.' Ugh.
              Back on topic.
  A lot of the time, a person will feel lonely if they don't see themselves as important.
  They will look back on all the ways they haven't been a good enough friend. They will notice every little detail and change in a person.
   For example, let's say this, said person, is feeling alone. They will notice how, maybe you didn't wave or smile at them in the hall. Or maybe, they'll notice how you don't talk to them as much as you usually do. You know, just an example.
   After this, they begin to be self-conscious because they think they are being too clingy or obnoxious. So they give you space.
   During this time, they will regret anything they think they did wrong. Even if it is something as simple as accidentally bumping you.
   These thoughts begin to drive them insane. What if you secretly don't like them? What if you're only they're friend out of pity? What if you think they're the most annoying self-centered brat?
   All theses 'What if's' bouncing around their mind, driving them in endless circles of torment. They begin to lose any hope that they actually matter.
     They want help but they don't ask because now they think you've forgotten them, moved along with your life because who would care about them? They don't matter. Why would a someone take thier time just to talk to that no one who's been sitting in the corner of nobodies?
    

  Who cares? A question asked by many. A question that has a million meanings. A question that 85% (not the actual percentage) of the time leads down the road to depression.
  

   I'm alone but I'm okay. I'm strong. I tell my reflection the same thing, over and over and over again, every day. I tell myself this but I still feel like a fragile piece of glass. A piece of glass wearing a facade. A mask of lies.

   Alone.
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Alone in the dark abyss, but it doesn't really matter because it's 'just a phase' right?
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Here's another one. I hope it was okay. If anyone wants to hear me rant please tell me. I don't know why you would but still. Any specific topic?