(I’d like to apologize for what I’m writing here is not coherent.)
It is about 01:09 am, and I’m alone in my dorm room.
At the moment, I’m crying. I must say that I’ve been fighting the tears for a long time, and right now, here they are, running down my face.
I’m the invisible one, and for some reason, I don’t mind it at all. The only thing I regret is not having any reliable friend with whom I can talk openly. I’m about to turn 18, I’ve never had any capital-f Friend, and I highly doubt I’ll have any.
I spend most of time surrounded by books […]