I have many beautiful friends.
I love them and appreciate all the things they do for me.
Yet more recently I am getting more and more lonely the more time I spend with them as they are all coupled off and I'm left wondering when my own personal Batman will drop in and save me, (grappling hook and all) I'm left wondering if there is something just too odd about me.
I can do what I want when I want without having to let someone know, I can look around and make new friends and not have to worry about reassuring anyone that they aren't trying to screw me.
But I can't curl up in bed and have a lovely cuddle with a movie, or have that little reassurance that someone will hold my hand and ward off all the creepy perverts that happen to lurk around my local, even someone to kiss me on the head and tell me I will be okay.
Now I feel just mean to be venting like bitching about the few people in this world that can hold me up when I feel like there is no reason to get up in the morning.
Is loneliness a gift or is it a curse?
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