Alone
Alone.
That’s all I’ve ever been. That’s all I ever will be. And I know. I know I sound depressed and shit, but maybe it’s because I am. Maybe it’s because I’ve spent my entire life waiting to feel loved again. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because I push everyone away the second I get the chance.
I don’t know. Maybe I am just a pessimist. But honestly; I really don’t care. I will shout it from the rooftops if I have to. I am a pessimist, and I don’t care.
I’m supposed to be paying my rent tomorrow. Of course, I don’t have the money. Elijah says he’s going to kick me to the streets if it keeps up like this. Whatever. At least I’ll still have myself.
My lonely, pessimistic self.
