I thought i was okay with being alone. i made myself be okay with being alone. I thought it wouldn’t bother me seeing everyone have their own people. i thought it was easy to walk these corridors surrounded by ghosts of my own lonesome. But on some days at night when i lay wide awake on my bed, i stare at the walls and i feel so lonely i count sheeps and force myself to sleep.
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