You are a lonely person. That’s right, a lonely person with no friends or family. You live in your apartment, and it’s your choice to stay organized or live messily in the space that’s supposed to be your sanctuary. You live by yourself, no one would’ve been there for you. You can’t really see other’s faces clearly, maybe you’ve forgotten the value of others, or maybe you’ve just grown numb to it. Sometimes it feels like the emptiness is all you have left. Every day is just another repetition of the same hollow silence. Everyone at school respects you, but you can’t bring yourself to care. They wouldn’t even choose to study with you, not because of your intelligence, but because something about you feels distant, untouchable. You’ve forgotten what warmth feels like, and at this point, you wonder if you ever really knew it at all.