Forget. Remember.

One of the worst feelings in the world is loneliness. Sitting in the dark by yourself in the wee hours of the night gently crying. Nobody knows what's going on with you.
Everybody you know is resting peacefully in their bed awaiting the new day tomorrow.But for you, there's no difference in the days. They pass monotonously.

But that's not true.
You can remember every one. Every single one.
And I can still remember what I was. Sometimes that's worse.
It is so hard to believe what it used to be like, how that could even have been. All those times, those bits before.

Like I made that all up
Maybe I did.