Hopeless and pointless and useless
It's not how many friends you can count, but how many you can count on.
So what if I know many people? All these people are just empty faces in the crowd.
I've been let down time and time again that it's tiring to keep crying. And even worse when nobody's there to comfort you, to lend you a shoulder to cry on.
To feel that you're being excluded, that you belong nowhere. To have nobody care.
I'm especially disappointed with the friends I thought were friends in university. I may walk into school with people I can say "hi" to along the corridors, but so what, so what?
Now I realise that these people don't really care after all.
At the end of the day, who really are my friends? Who would care; who would bother?
So what if I know many people? All these people are just empty faces in the crowd.
I've been let down time and time again that it's tiring to keep crying. And even worse when nobody's there to comfort you, to lend you a shoulder to cry on.
To feel that you're being excluded, that you belong nowhere. To have nobody care.
I'm especially disappointed with the friends I thought were friends in university. I may walk into school with people I can say "hi" to along the corridors, but so what, so what?
Now I realise that these people don't really care after all.
At the end of the day, who really are my friends? Who would care; who would bother?