One of the worst parts of having nobody in your life is that it's almost like you don't exist.

With nobody to recall your memories with, did they even happen?

For me, I keep no contact with anyone from grade school. It's almost like grade school never happened, really. I have nobody to reminisce and recover lost stories with.

More than that, I can't look back fondly on any of those memories I had with those friends I've now lost, because in the end we split up. It's almost like every happy memory makes me more the villain, like I was tricking them into liking me. Or maybe we were both just deluded, we were both just idiots that didn't know we hated each other yet.

A lot of times, this is what I think the real loss of loneliness is. A lack of any narrative.