Is it really that hard to make friends in this life? Do people really not want to be there for others when they are depressed and burdened with such sadness? I mean sure, I understand out of 7 billion people that everyone has their own problems and (more or less) don't want to deal with anyone else's problems when they already have their own.
Yet, when one person is consumed with such sadness and despair, where they endlessly reach out to one person to the next only to find closing (if not slamming) doors. How is a person able to look past the already to consuming negativity that plagues their life? Where is the light at the end of the tunnel when all you see is utter – blinding – darkness?
Maybe I've spent far to much time lost in isolated that I've forgotten how to make friends, unable to really connect with others? I really don't know....... What friends I once had I've lost. And those with whom used to call me their best friend are now long gone and seem to be more of a stranger then ever before.
I keep gasping onto this thing called hope. Yet with each passing year, it seems to be nothing but a waste of time. I mean, why hold onto something that's such a fickle and fleeting thing? Every day is the same as the one before. Solitude and loneliness. Will change ever happen if all you get in return for your efforts to make that change possible is the exact opposite of what you sought after?