I feel like the loneliest person in New York.
Sometimes people will smile on the train, some days my “eh” friends communicate.
I am not comfortable in my loneliness, my company gets old, even though on some days, it’s self-imposed.
I am reasonably attractive, I have depth, I have soul. I am glad to be alive, and that is not something I always felt. But…
I’m so alone.
The basics of a hug, human touch, wiping a tear, It sounds pathetic but I need it, it’s clear.
Sometimes I end up with sex after 1 date, because I’m so alone.
Then I hate myself.