This Week

Don't you have anyone else?

It will happen suddenly.

You're a sweet girl.

You're cheap.

It's okay to ask for help.

I wish I could have been there.

Sure thing.

It's what YOU want that's important.

Yeah, maybe I should've done that.

You're lying all the time.

That's what this week has been about. I'm alone. That's what it all boils down to; I'm alone. I don't want to be, and yet, it's what I always am. No matter who I surround myself by, I'm alone. I don't lie to myself; I don't try to make myself believe otherwise. I attempt to forget it at times. I lie to others and pretend to be happy. I lie to everyone but myself. That's what makes me feel more alone than anything.