Can't find anything.
Oh what a silly situation to find oneself in the midst of. Believe me, people who sit looking sorry for themselves drinking coffee usually have quite a good reason to be doing so.
MY GROUP LEFT ME BEHIND TODAY. They all buggered off to the library, so I went after them only to find that they weren't there. Well, they were there, but I couldn't find them. So I sat on the steps outside looking sorry for myself. Not drinking coffee though. It was similar to the way in which I would go to a friend's house when I was little to find them all out, and then sit on the doorstep eagerly awaiting their return. Yes, it felt very much like that indeed.
STARK REALISATION. When I was younger, other children would run away from me. Now, people don't run away from me literally, they run away mentally and metaphorically. I hate this, but really, what can I do?
Hmmm. Not yike.