There's Nothing Wrong; Nothing Right EitherIt was a cold september morning. Rain was dripping down. A man sat at his table. Crying.
I wish I could make this story as interesting as I want it to be, it isn't. Like so many other people I've never really had friends. Sure, I had people who 'liked' me. I can remember 3 of them. Then there were their friends, who didn't like me. The didn't hate me either. They were uninterested in me. I can understand. I have to admit that it was a september morning were I realized I had no friends, at all.
That had never happened though. I always had at least one friend. Now I'm completely alone. The worst is when the dark moods start to appear. You know the ones: the ones you never admit you have. The ones were you just say: 'screw this' or 'why me?', ... and so many, many more questions and feelings come bubbling up.
I wish I could say I don't care whether or not I have friends. But I do care. A lot. Someone needs to teach me how to make and keep friends.