The one of many days of the year that makes a loner feel more depressed than usual. No one to talk to, no one to share thoughts and feelings with…and especially no one that cares enough about you to call you up just to check on you. Every day sucks; and that's coming from someone who always spends their time alone or in a corner shaking and crying their eyes out. Yep, you guessed it. The someone I am talking about is me.
I have no purpose in life. I'm just another trouble for my family; another extra that's just not meant to live freely. I'm another soul that's supposed to be driven away; having my dreams, hopes, and beliefs shattered. I'm not important, and everyone around me knows that. Except for one. The only one who glances at me every once in a while when he thinks I'm not looking, when really, I stare people down with the meanest, blood-curdling look I can muster up.
He doesn't understand. I'm not meant to be here, I'm not even meant to be a living being. When will he learn? Hopefully, very soon, when I'm gone.