Loneliness is hard to admit

Times like these, all sad songs seem to make sense. Yes, I've had a bad day.

I enter a roomful of people, spot my friends, with seemingly no room for me anymore. I worry whom to have lunch with. I worry whom to go with after my next class. I worry about going with another group of people, thinking about what they could think at the back of their minds about me. (Please pretend you didn't read this.)

It didn't use to be like this. I wasn't used to being like this.

I am thankful for the handful of people who stay. A friend or two, a lover for the third. What makes me feel sad, is that, no matter how they stay and stick around, there are moments that it just do not suffice.

I don't know why, maybe because some don't really feel like sticking around at some moments.

"Please stay." - A famous quote from our recent play for Lit class.

But some people really go away while your back is turned... literally, and figuratively.