What is Life if not just a mere coincidence of disappointment.
Being alive is watching how people get close to you and then part away leaving nothing but good memories. Good memories that turn to memories of  'good old days', this ones, are subconciously telling you that you messed up. You were safe in your pasts groups and are now worst than then.

There are little people today in my life. I feel numb as the night comes and I remain awake, staring up, dazing in solitude.

There is no one there for me to love, there is no one there for me to care for.
I feel so fucking lost. Could it be true? Do I now hate the people I used to love?

Is it possible that I resent what I used to have?

I'm still in quest, searching  for my happy place