I feel it more often now. More often I stare blankly at distant sights daydreaming. Daydreaming because I have no other outlet, no other person to talk to, to confide with. No sports I’m good at to distract my attention. More often I get jealous of others for Someone who feels the same. I always wonder if somebody ever feels the same. That at this moment, awake, comprehending the incomprehensible that is life; that I am actually not alone feeling alone.
