Hurt

I never thought that it'd be this hard...
Having no one with me in school.
It wouldn't be so bad if i made some really close friends...
But...
I didn't think it'd be this hard without a constant...

Pining... Yearning...
I'm bad at handling emotions
and expressing them.
I can't tell anyone about certain things...

It wouldn't have been so bad
but when a close friend tells me that whatever I'm percieving is wrong straight in my face without understanding the hidden emotions underneath...
It starts to hurt.


But I'm grateful to certain people too:
My friends who listen to me ramble (you guys know who you are)
and a particular person from poly...
though the person probably doesn't know that he (used generally) has helped me so much.
But I'm grateful.


Signing off... ...
P.S. This ain't no poem. Just an extremely haphazard entry.