The worst part is not having anyone to hang out.
I find that I sit alone only I’m not alone at all.
which is worse than actual loneliness.
I remember this feeling.
I have had it before.
Its the feeling that makes you step back.
a relapse feeling.
The feeling that you are not worthy
of being a part of the crowd.
The black sheep feeling.
Its okay, At this point I’m used to not
being a part of the crowd.
I’m used to being the outcast.
I have begun to like being the black sheep…
its just a lonely world I guess…
Happens easier without the bitter sounds of others laughter and chatter to fill your ears. Without the noise of machinery and chaos. I miss sweet silence. The ballroom of natural noises that will leave you gliding across the dirt dancing to the beauty of nature. Like some sort of earthy Cinderella.