i am, turning nineteen. i am now, afraid of being alone. my thoughts are like stars i cannot fathom into constellations and they never will too, align. i used to like being alone every now(fairly often actually) and then but ever since the twelve of march twenty twelve.................i officially hate it. i used to loathe feeling out of place amongst a large group of people but i am turning nineteen and choose to live in awkward situations than to walk in solitude. succumbing to my dull and hostile working environment considering the fact that the office is filled with people twice my age, i yearn for the weekends like a solder returning to a lost love after the war. but you know what makes me happy? friends that take the initiative to spend time with me after 6 on a weekday.