Lonely
She’s under the impression she will never be understood. She has friends, parents and a boyfriend, but she doesn’t feel she can be herself with any of them. When she says what she feels they look at her with eyes full of confusion. Then they look at each other, mouthing ‘What is she talking about?’ Maybe they think she can’t see it through her tears, but of course she can. She is an observer, she sees and hears everything, even the things people don’t do and the things they don’t say. Never in her life has she met anybody who is even remotely like her. Nobody ever looks her in the eyes with a look of recognition, nobody ever says: ‘Oh my God, me too!’ When she wakes up in the morning, that feeling of being out of place immediately creeps up on her again. Now she just pretends. People understand the pretend her, they understand her pretend thoughts, her pretend feelings, her pretend dreams. In a way it makes her feel even more alone. Maybe you feel out of place, because you are out of place, stranger. I promise you there are people out there who feel like you do. Go find them, they are so lonely.
