Yesterday you messaged me: “You know that feel when you lay on your bed and you’re all alone?”
I replied: “I do. People are many, but, we are alone. Lately, I’ve been more outgoing. And somehow, I’m still left out, unfit. It’s okay the presence of one or two persons, but, when they’re surrounded by a group of at least five more, there’s nothing to do. And, no, I don’t want somebody all to myself. I can’t stand being the centre of attention, nor did I ask for it. It’s too exhaustive, yet, I get used to it even hating this.”