I love five people in this world. One of them lives 600 kilometres away from me. Another one lives 1200 kilometres away. One of them, I’m never gonna see him again. One I feel like she doesn’t care about our friendship as much as I do, and we rarely see each other. Another one is so busy with her life, she has barely the time and the energy to talk to me. This is so emo and teenage drama I might vomit, and you’re probably sick of all my nonsense ramblings… but I really can’t help feeling alone. And writing here often makes me feel better, at least for a while.