The life of a lonely boy.

There was a boy I knew, who would talk to everyone at school and have so many friend groups. But everytime he would have friends, somehow they would leave him, the boy never knew why. He felt like something was wrong with him, “I mean why would they leave me?” The boy would ask himself every day. The same thing would happen over and over again, friends come then go, making up lies about him and bullying him. One day the boy had enough, he hated them for it, he hated them so much that he stopped talking to his peers, becoming lonely once again, after that I never heard from him since.

That boy is me.