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.