Trembling in bed. Swallowed by the darkest thought of all.
Not being loved by the people you love.
Friends. I need them to survive. Very much.
There are a lot of people that I consider as my friend and someone that I consider as my one and only best friend.
But do they think of me the same way as I do? What if it was one sided all this time?
I’m scared. I’m scared. I’m scared.