Literature
Loneliness
Loneliness
I surveyed the city through a gap in the foliage of the tree I was sitting in, the air was cool. Listening to the whispers of the wind as it blew past. Alone once again, no matter how hard I try I can never find a friend, they all thought I was too cold and prickly. I decided that, because no one wanted to be my friend I should just stop trying. So I did. I would play by myself all day long, even after the sun sets. After all, there was no one there to pick me up and take me home. They all say I'm lucky to not have any parents to yell at me and scold me, but once and awhile I wish I could get scolded. Having so much freedom and n