Lonely only comes around when I'm alone.
Well, sometimes he visits me when I'm around people.
Around, not with.
He came with silence, but his presence is noticeably strong.
"Do you like Lonely?"
No, I hate Lonely.
He made me feel insignificant.
He made me feel like a rock that's lying beside a road,
a rock that no one would bother to take a first look.
He made me feel like a poorly written book,
so badly written that no one would want to continue to read the second sentence after struggling with the first.
Maybe someone will pick me up though I'm badly written,
but somehow, they just put down the book again.
"Then why are you still friends with him?"
Because Lonely made me feel alive.
Lonely made me feel the pain.
It was the pain that made me feel alive.
Lonely made me crave for something I wouldn't crave.
He made me crave for human connections.
Lonely made me want to stay a conversation with a human.
I have not told Lonely that I hate human.
Lonely made me think about myself and the improvements I could make do.
Lonely came to me when I look at people I could bond with but did not.
Lonely came to me when my friend left me for someone better.
Lonely came to me when people laughed at something I could have laughed at too.
Lonely came to me during the brightest day and the darkest night.
Lonely came to me when I'm surrounded by people.
Maybe Lonely is my best friend.
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