Hola Loneliness,
Ah, an old friend, here to greet me once again. You are so insufferable, but amazing at the same time, as I sit here, alone. At first, I used to surround myself with friends and people to rid myself of you, but like rubber and glue, you bounced back to stick to who? Me. At first, the number of people who needed me no longer dropped slowly in their numbers, one or two here and there, maybe an argument for dramatic flair, but then. One day, the world saw me for me. Poof... they were gone, soon the people I thought I could rely on to message me after school, to hug me softly with written out words disappeared, as if a plague took them, but ah. A plague did. Me, see no one wants a person with depression around, so they sat me out like the kid with lice who was last wearing the toy crown. I felt you crash back in, with weight, and cold shivers through my spine, tingling and crawling towards the cranial space just above my shoulders until it set in. I changed myself so much, I don't know who I am, and even then, I'm just not good enough, well... For anyone but you. And you brought friends, Death, Sadness, Anger, Depression, Anxiety, Pain... How quaint of you, now, I am not so alone...

Your Personal Friend- Shane Smith