She is alone. Getting along well with all her classmates, yet not finding true friendship in any of them. Those neighbours of hers whom she addresses as true friends are not friends, but merely companions. A boy whom she barely knows has caught her attention.
She indulges in books, finding them as her only friends, preferring the life of sweet fantasy to that of cruel reality. Having lost trust in her so called friends, there is no one she can confide in. Every night is a painful one to endure, without even faint memories of true friendship.
Friendship? Easy to find. True friendship? Near impossible.
My above sentences are not at all dramatic. In fact, they are real. I'm sure there're also other loners like me out there, so cheers to you all!
