That's how I feel most days of the week... Every day I go to campus, do my work, go home... I have nobody to be with. My sister is often out doing things with her friends and I feel stuck. All I have to talk to are words on a screen. I don't feel happy. I hardly ever do. I'm miserable in this current state. The only time I really do feel happy is every Saturday when I am reunited with my friends and the people I care about. Once it all ends, I'm stuck again. Being all alone. Just another speck in a crowd of people interacting with each other while I sit at a table alone with nothing but a textbook to keep me company... It's those Saturdays that make me truly understand and appreciate the value of human contact. Because six out of seven days I only feel empty and alone. Unsure of my future, or whether this will all finally end soon. I keep expecting to pull through it. Every day I have hopes that I will finally manage to break through the barriers and be back to myself again... Six out of seven days a week, I put on a smile, try to endure it. But it seems like I am continuously wandering down a trail that doesn't appear to be ending...