I knew back then that I won’t be normal. I restrain from make-believe
long-term friendships like I do with mayonnaise.
A disgusting condiment condemned by heavens when it was so lonely.
I’m like that.
I’m the mayonnaise.
I won’t be anything without the garlic and a dash of paprika.
A friend (or a couple of them) will share a laugh with me for a while, then off they go, time runs along with them too. Year by year, I survived seating inside the empty room with empty stomach reading books that I don’t really care about. And sometimes, a teacher will require me to go downstairs and enjoy a meal, instead of doing so, I rebelliously go to the library and take a nap until the bell rings, again.