When that one person talks to you its wonderful, but the lonely feeling is still there. Just waiting to strike.
Most of the time the feeling overcomes me but I brush it off and fake happiness for the rest of the world.
I love my friends but they can only do so much.
I don’t think of self harm or anything. I just hate the feeling of being lonely, the feeling of not being good enough, the feeling of stress just building up in your body until there is no place for it to go.
I don’t trust anyone in this world, and I don’t think I ever will.