You may be hopelessly in love, you may have a close knit family, you may even have friends who've got your back regardless and you can sit around and take comfort in knowing that there will always be that special someone or those special bunch of people whose arms you can fall into if all else fails. Lying on my bed, I thought my dog was that special someone. Then I realized, she may be my best friend, she may possibly be the only one who gives a shit, but she's still a dog. She can only be so much, she can only do so much. She'll live thirteen years with me and the rest without. At the end of the day, I'm still alone. Alone, because I've always been alone. I've never bothered to go out of my way to find that special friend who'll always be there no matter what and it may sound rather depressing, you may even feel sorry for me. You see, I'm content with that, because I know and I accept the fact that everyone has to fend for himself. You cannot rely on anyone else but yourself because only you, and only you know what you want and what you need. No one else does. Not even your parents or your closest sibling because you are an individual. You are independent. You are your own sole companion. You are misunderstood. You, are alone. Acceptance is priority now, you, are on your own.
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