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Another day passes, another day I spend alone again.
I'm getting sick of this.
I'm getting sick of being alone.
I wish people liked me.
I wish people cared for me.
I wish someone was there for me.
But no one likes me.
No one cares for me.
I don't let people be there for me.
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Why am I like this?
Why do I like what I like?
Why am I now crying after something so stupid?
It's just friends, I'll be fine alone...but...
I can't help but cry.
I can't help but cry over what I can't have.
I can't help but cry over relationships I can't keep.
I can't help but cry over those who left me.
I look down from the rooftop at those below me, those who have friends and can keep them, those who can have friendships that I can't have.
It makes me cry more.
My cries went from some small tears falling and a little sniffling, to sobbing and hics to keep me breathing.
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I just want friends...
Is that too much to ask for?
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I feel a little selfish for crying over this.
I don't know why, but I do.
I wish I wasn't crying at all.
I wish my life was never like this.