It's hard to move after waking up, realizing you're lonely. Thinking no one loves you, that no one will love you. And it hurts just to think about it. That's how I feel, a lot. That feeling that no matter what I do, I will be alone. Always, alone. This isn't a joke, or a hehe hawhaw. No. It isn't. ... And at a point in time, Jay felt the same way. It was the first day of freshman year for him so, maybe things will be different. (The art itself in the timeline, not when I made this.)
