I keep telling myself that I’m happy, that my life is enough. But once in a while I broke down crying out of nowhere. And in those tears it hit me. I don’t have friends, not really. No one knows me, or understands me. They’re just people hanging around me. Love is something I’ve only known of as broken. I kept telling myself one day someone will love me for who I am, but then again when? My future is blurry and I don’t know what to do..