What's worst about being left alone is those stupid, inevitable thoughts that float endlessly in your mind. The words you can't seem to pluck from the air and string into a sound sentence.
Did I do something wrong. If I did, what was it?
How can I rectify something when I don't even know what's wrong? Tinker around, explore every nook and cranny in your mind. Analyse, scrutinise, question, question.
You can't expect someone to be omnipresent, they're not going to be. Their coming and going is as flitting as this moment to the next. No matter how much you try to fit them in every moment in your life, there are times where you'll be utterly, hopelessly lonely.
Perhaps then I'll realize, the world has better things to do than spare a fuck for my problems.
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