Recently the sense of loneliness comes more intense than before.
I became negative, inactive, and pathetic.
I asked why I was always alone.
I shouted that I cannot bear the loneliness anymore.
But what I don't understand is that I am still being loved. They are people, not much, who are caring about me from the bottom of their hearts. I talked to them when I was in depression, and they hear my cry with comfort. How could I say that I am lonely? I am the most luckiest girl in the world. I should always remember this.
I became negative, inactive, and pathetic.
I asked why I was always alone.
I shouted that I cannot bear the loneliness anymore.
But what I don't understand is that I am still being loved. They are people, not much, who are caring about me from the bottom of their hearts. I talked to them when I was in depression, and they hear my cry with comfort. How could I say that I am lonely? I am the most luckiest girl in the world. I should always remember this.
