Alone in a room. Nothing is in it other than you. The clothes you wear are a dark gray long-sleeve shirt and the same colored sweatpants. Consequently, the walls surrounding you are the same shades.
Normally around this time, you'd be on your phone, scrolling through the many posts on your social media accounts. But now, you're left with nothing but your thoughts. The thoughts you try to avoid.
Lots of thoughts. Embarrassing, sad, anger-inducing. Then there come the questions- "Is the world out to get me?" "What have I done to get myself to this point?".
Denial. You answer yourself by saying that you've done nothing wrong and they were all beneficial.
But were they?
Did you sell out a friend to gain appreciation from another help you at all? Was it worth it after your new friend ditched you and left you on the side of the road?
You're alone in a room, crying now. The many things you've done are coming back to you in a tidal wave of emotion, all your regrets taking a swing at you, competing against one another to see which of them you're trying to suppress the most.
Maybe it was the time you lied to your parents about getting involved with the wrong group of people? Or was it the fact that you left a younger sibling all alone while you hung out with the 'cool kids'.
No, those weren't the worst, you knew. You were just trying to keep the ones that hurt at the depths of your mind. Hopefully, they'd never surface.
But they do, and you can't stop them.
When you broke up with your girlfriend because of what you were doing- partying. You didn't expect it to be that bad at the time. Not until you were driving home drunk and crashed into a streetlight with your girlfriend's little brother in the backseat.
You grew frustrated being with your thoughts. They chipped you away. They made you recall everything you've done in the past you wanted to forget.
Beep!
A long buzzard goes off, signaling to you that your time was up in the black box. A door opens behind you, and your new friends are reluctant to see you.
"Hey, you okay?" one of them asks you as you sniff and wipe away some of the snot off your upper lip. "Don't tell me this stupid thing got into your head!"
Slowly, you shake your head, dragging your feet as you walked out of the room. Your friend hands you back your phone, something you immediately put in your back pocket. This was a day, like many others, you wished you've forgotten.
But somehow, you always end up in the same situation...
Alone.
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