Strange

It is strange, when someone else is somehow able to speak the words your heart could never find...

“ I am alone. Alone here and alone in the world. Alone in my heart and alone in my mind. Alone everywhere, all the time, for as long as I can remember. Alone with my Family, alone with my friends, alone in a Room full of People. Alone when I wake, alone through each awful day, alone when I finally meet the blackness. I am alone in my horror. Alone in my horror.
I don’t want to be alone. I have never wanted to be alone. I *u%k$n# hate it. I hate that I have no one to talk to, no one to call, no one to hold my hand, hug me, tell me everything is going to be all right. I hate that I have no one to share my hopes and dreams with, I hate that I no longer have any hopes or dreams, I hate that I have no one to tell me to hold on, that I can find them again. I hate that when I scream, and I scream bloody murder, that I am screaming into emptiness. I hate that there is no one to hear my scream and that there is no one to help me learn how to stop screaming. I hate that what I have turned into my loneliness lives in my addictions. I hate that what I have turned into my loneliness is killing me, has already killed me, or will kill me soon. I hate that I will die alone. I will die alone in my horror. Alone in my horror.
More than anything, all I ever wanted is to be close to someone. More than anything, all I ever wanted is to feel as if I wasn’t alone. “
~A Million Little Pieces, James Frey

I don't always feel like that....but sometimes I do.