And then I realized at that moment when I just wanted to cry, I had no one to turn to. I had no one who I know would be willing to listen to me; to help me. I had exhausted them all already. And now there’s no one left. I have no one else to turn to. I don’t want to bother them with my problems anymore; these people who claim to be my friends with real lives and no real problems, who are probably out right now somewhere having a good time with their friends while I sit here alone in the dark almost in tears. When I realized everybody I used to go to was virtually gone, I truly felt alone. And sadly, I want to get used to it. Because that’s the way I fear it’s going to be.
— Alone on a Friday night