My Confession
I live a pretty lonely life, and I know that. I used to hope someone someday could understand me. But nobody ever could. Nobody. I try to accept this reality, but social media stopped me from that. The illusion to have someone around, someone who care, someone who will pick up my call whenever I need them, are just illusions. Family came one block away, but not telling. Even parents. Sister plan to visit, then cancel when she knew I got sick. Is this fair? Life's been like this since high school, but I keep up hope that it'll change someday, but it didn't. Should I accept this or should I die. Men are disgusting.