Friends are supposed to be there no matter what: through thick or thin, through the happiest or saddest moments of your life. I feel as if these are the saddest moments of my life.

I sit here in my home, staring miserably at the computer screen. Everywhere I look I see some friend of mine making plans with the other. Either someone is hanging out at the movies or spending the night at the other’s house.

I find myself wondering what I have done to make them not ask me to go to the movies or why they find it unnecessary to ask me if I would like to spend the night at their houses. Do I have a sign reading ‘introvert’ over my head?

It is most common to believe that an introvert is someone who doesn’t like social situations and is extremely shy. But my friends, my friends, know that that is not always the case with me. So why do I find myself sitting home alone on the weekends or even during the week? Why am I finding myself to regret who I am?

Even the best of my friends don’t really seem to know me anymore. And they don’t try to get to know me any better. I am always the one having to push myself out there to get them to really see me. I have to force them to spend some time with me.

My days are passing by without the hand of a friend by my side. Where have they gone? Why have they left me here to bicker with myself? Why am I left here to wonder what it is I have done wrong to make them forget about me?

Why must I keep pretending, when I am in their presence at school, that I am all right and nothing is bothering me?

Why must all of this be imaginary?