I live in NewYork and for the past 3 years have been alone. The people my age see life so different to me, i feel an outcast because i have so much kindness, passion and heart i want to share. Its so frustrating to be alone, i want to smile again, i want to feel a hug, i want to create new memories. Why is it so hard?I hate spending time alone even though its now the norm for me, i really want to feel wanted, i am a human being with a life, i want to live it and have fun. It really is so hard when you wake up in a cold bed, you turn over and see nothing. You walk down stairs to a silent room, the post on the mat, nothing just silent thoughts of "why me". Thank you for reading this far.