It’s Saturday
I’m sitting alone in a library wondering if things will always be this way.
Lonely.
The five friends I barely have are all busy living their own lives
I’m not living
I’m simply getting by each day.
This isn’t the life I imagined for myself, then again, expectations only lead to disappointment.
I’m only genuinely happy in the spur of a moment
that moment doesn’t last for more than a couple of hours.
I’m just empty.
I don’t know how else to put it.
But things will get better?
Won’t they?
This feeling of emptiness is only temporary. Right?
I don’t know.
Maybe.
I don’t know what I’m doing with my life
I guess that’s okay
but is it really worth it?
I guess this pain will help me figure out who I am.
I don’t like the person I am right now.
I can’t even recognize who’s looking back at me in the mirror.
I can only learn from this
and hope that it will help to become someone I can actually meet eye to eye with.
This feeling,
this emptiness,
it won’t last forever.