They’re only shadows, all of them. Shallow companions so that I might not be so alone. Everyone needs someone to talk to, even if they aren’t real. Those shadows think that I have given them everything, but the fact that I can reach out and pass right through them shows the opposite. I’ve stayed just in earshot; they don’t know anything about me and I could care less. I don’t even like them. 

But is it worth it?

As i’m fading out of my old life, is it worth being alone in the new? I’m bored, but I hate surrounding myself with people who irritate me. It’s just easier to go home and do absolutely nothing.

I may lose what I love, but it may never have grown stronger if I had stayed.

Some things are meant to happen.

Is this just fate?