You've entered your angst stage, where you overthink everything and cry in your room with the lights off while listening to your vent music. Though, even if you acknowledge you're just overthinking things, you're nearly certain that your friends don't love you like they used to. Worse, maybe they've replaced you. Somehow, you're always the one alone as your pals laugh and engage with eachother elsewhere.

You think maybe it's on you. If you feel alone, go join them. Wait..No, if they REALLY cared about me, they'd join ME. hm.

You were in computer class hanging with two of your friends when one got up and said they were going to go sit by another friend, while the other also got up and joined the leaving friend, leaving you there alone. You looked back at your computer, not wanting to get up. Really, you wanted to see if they'd even come back, which they didn't. You know that if you were a different friend, they would definitely come back, in fact, they probably wouldn't even leave you. Whatever. You're telling yourself not to let the tears fall when Robin Buckley walked over and sat next to you.

"Why are you sitting alone?" She asked, oblivious to the situation.