I always heard people talk about being alone in a room full of people, how I never really knew how it felt until now. It feels like eyes welling up, droplets of water just on thee edge of my eyelids, holding onto lower lashes. Being told I’m a prude, I’m running myself ragged, being taunted about wanting something to look forward to. I don’t know why I’m here anymore. Isn’t being alone better than being with someone who just doesn’t seem to care much?
I’m sad and empty. And I don’t want to be with him anymore. He doesn’t touch me. There’s no affection here, I’m not special or cherished. And I can’t live like this. I’d rather be alone and wish for love than to be with someone and feel ignored and unworthy.
squirrelgirl74 