Sometimes I feel like no one understands me. Like I’m alone in this world, no purpose, no meaning, completely disconnected. Everything I do matters only to myself.
But sometimes someone comes along that makes me feel alive. Someone who makes me do crazy things and reminds me that I am not on my own. They arrive in the form of a friend or a lover, and sometimes those lines blur. It’s beautiful. But then it ends.
I guess I’ll just be waiting for someone to come along.