I stare outside of the window, looking at the night sky as I try to spot a few stars. I hold a cup of soda as loud music mixed with random conversations go on behind me.
"How is this supposed to help me, again?" I ask, turning to my friend Alfred, who's munching on a burger. He laughs, saying,
"Parties help everything!" Well, got to admire his spirit. It doesn't really help me, though.
"No offense, Alfie, but it's not working for me. . ." I say, honestly to him. I see his smile falter a bit, as if sure he could help me, but then says,
"Alright dudette. Hey, if you want, you don't have to stay. I know parties aren't your thing, but I wanted to try, you know?" I give a small smile, nodding.
"I know, Alfie. Thank you." Walking outside, I sigh. I look down at the sidewalk, and mumble, "Lonely, but not alone. . . Story of my life, right there." I have so many friends, but only a few actually try to cheer me up. One of them being Alfred. I just feel so lonely though,