It’s lonely when you don’ t know who you are anymore or where you fit in to the world, if you fit in at all. When your passions leave. When people leave. When you don’t know if people are lying to you or if it’s just your brain. When you don’t shower for days and it’s Friday night and you’re eating soup Nick reheated for your dinner because if he didn’t you wouldn’t eat at all.
When you know people who don’t like you will laugh at you sharing these things. When you know people who like you don’t know what to say.