You never really understand the feeling of loneliness until it actually happens to you. It’s depressing.

I feel like I’m sitting at the bottom of a well. No one actually knows I’m down here. People just go on with their life, not knowing that I could be rotting away at the bottom of a well. Someone could happen to walk past though and see me down here, but no one actually ever stops to try to get me out. Some might even cover up the well. If you cover up the problem, the problem goes away, doesn’t it? No, all you’ll achieve is covering up a problem, which doesn’t change anything.

Friends aren’t worth much anymore, neither is family.