It makes me question my own self-worth and that of others. But then I think it's just bad luck - until I turn it into something worthwhile, making life meaningful again.
It's a constant companion, one that's as persistent as thirst, hunger, sleep, and sexual drive.
It makes me question my own self-worth and that of others. But then I think it's just bad luck - until I turn it into something worthwhile, making life meaningful again.
It's a constant companion, one that's as persistent as thirst, hunger, sleep, and sexual drive.
To be lonely is to be human, I write when I deal with it, usually when I feel lack of connection with those around, I tend to feel isolated. It does pass, I just ride the wave out. Thank you for sharing.