A strange thought occurs. Perhaps we are all merely blank slates, projected onto by the expectations of those around us. We are all different around different people and alone, who are we? Without some influence, what substance is there to our own beings?

People pass me by when I’m alone, I am nothing when I am alone. I am quiet, shy, empty. I become what I was before I came here and learnt to hide it. Is that good, bad, indifferent? I don’t know.

Possibly the hardest thing for me to get my head around is my social communication disorder. With girls, its not so bad, but with men? I have never had a true heart-to-heart with a man. Never. So I never get close to guys, so I’m alone. And I’ll be alone for as long as it takes me to get past this. And right now, it feels like it will be forever.

Thanks for reading :)

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