Lonely

I'm home.
To an empty space.

I never like coming home. I have no one to greet me at the door. Just an empty bed in an empty room. I have everything that I dream of, yet I'm all alone.

I've cried all alone thinking how sad and pathetic it is.

I don't have a boyfriend, my parents are away, siblings have their own life (as in family) and friends, they have their life too.

Here I am, blogging this pathetic blog, all alone, in the living hall.

I shall go to bed. Dream a beautiful dream...