I'm alone in my room while all my friends are out having fun. It's the last weekend before the year ends, and a huge part of me wanted to party, I could go to a club, but I honestly prefer to party with the group I consider my second family. The bad thing is, I wasn't invited. Maybe I don't remember them inviting me, but the fact still remains, I am in my room, alone, while they are upstairs having fun. This sounds childish, this might be the alcohol talking (I decided to drink instead of wallow on my sorrow), or it may be the truth, that the stuff that happened to me the last quarter of the year took its toll on my relationship with my friends.
I may be sad now, I may feel bad that I wasn't invited, but I still love them dearly, each one of them. I just feel like an outcast now.
