The year is 2009 and I’m sitting alone at a table. I look around but everyone passes by me, through me almost. As if I’m invisible. I search for my used-to-be friends. But they’re in class. Both of them. I sit eating quietly but I feel everyones eyes staring intently at me, or maybe through me. I don’t know. I glance to my left and behind me, but no it’s just trick of my mind. Playing tricks. As it does when I’m alone. I sigh, fed up with trying to eat under the scrutiny I feel is directed toward me and hightail it to the hallway near my next class. I sigh trying to read as I can’t seem to think above the din of the whispers. Am I going crazy? It feels like it sometimes. I was always an outcast. Never really interested in friends. *chuckles* we’re all different. But I always felt awkward in social situations. I mean, I have a friend from high school still but other than that I’m very happy with my lonely nature. I don’t feel interested in trying to make friends. I’m different. Some may call it cold or socially awkward. Call it what you will, I’m not offended.