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I'm in my car alone in front of a shopping mall where groups of young crowds gather with their cars at night standing around having fun smoking kissing their girlfriends. Like the early fast and furious movies. The sight is saddening. I'll never get that. I'll never live that. Most of them are younger than me. I never got that in my life. I never laughed. I never hung out with anyone. Nobody ever texted me, for anything. I never got invited anywhere. I never got as much as looked at. I'm a ghost. I'm in my car as I type this with teary eyes, and nothing but dread in my heart. Pain is debilitating. It is strong. I dont belong here. Time to go. Time to sleep. But I won't sleep.
When does the suffering end?
When does the suffering end?
