It's May now as I write this, and I'm just realizing how many people there are in my life.
I'm also realizing how few of them I know. How few of them I've ever known.
I'm noticing that I get along better with adults than with people my own age.
I'm realizing how people move on. They look to the future.
I'm stuck in my memories, wishing I could stay in the past.
I'm scared.
I've always been lonely. I just didn't always know it. And that terrifies me.
YOU ARE READING
people
Short StoryPeople are everywhere. They interact with you, all the time. But how many do you know? how many know you? This is my story. Autobiographical, but I changed the names. Do not fault anyone in this story for something I did.
