another day and another day and another day and another day and another day and another day and

Sitting at my desk with the music of a long-dead artist playing in my headphones

There's a real mess around me and this room is feeling more and more like a prison each day

I haven't lived any kind of life in a while, just counting down the days

The lonelyness is hard to bear, imaginary friends and fantasy worlds can only carry me so far

I like this word so why can't I experience it? I don't want to go away yet but...

All I want is a friend, another person I can talk to, play with, support, smile with

But I don't even know how to go about doing that, there's no possible way I can meet anybody else

And I don't even know how to start, so I sit alone in my room, slowly withering.

Ahh I really want to see somebody!!!

...

i'd rather do that than the alternative

i just wish they could see that without that making them even more overprotective