As the procrastination sets in, its the same feeling at the end of every semester.
Utter hate for my classes, sleepless nights, sugary products, ridiculous music and oversized clothes all to keep me sane. It’s at this time, late on the dark, bone-chilling evening of approaching finals that I get that lonely feeling. Don’t get me wrong, I have plenty of friends and family who love me but I have dabbled in loneliness before and we are good friends at this point.
Never have I ever been a part of a group, just a wanderer who goes from person to person searching for that accepting feeling. I have solid friends yes but not a group. I want a posse, people who I can hang out with every night. People that will call me to hang every night. It seems so hard in these grim, lonely, frigid days to find people who will actually give a shit about you, me or anyone.
So maybe its better that I’m alone, I only have myself to blame, rely on myself for guidance and fix my problems by myself. Isn’t it so that we are born into this world just to die alone? So why get attached. Maybe its the weather or maybe the lack of enthusiasm to do my paper this late at night but loneliness and I are getting more and more aquatinted each and every passing moment.
