She might be surrounded by people everyday, but deep down in her, she knows she's all alone.
She's been keeping her doors closed from people, she never really trusted friends, she never really trusted people could ever make an effort to like her, she never really trusted herself to blend in like everyone does.
She's always the odd one out. She's always harsh and people find her extremely difficult to handle. But so what? She never really cared. Unfortunately once in a blue moon she does. And she thought she was cool enough not to give any fucks.
Sometimes she walks away silently, with the hope of no one noticing and the tiny bit of bitterness of no one noticing. Yes, she's confused like that.
And now that she's back in her bed, all alone, crying in the sheets with a little comfort from her huge teddy bear.
She'll be fine. As always.
