Alone

During our lives we meet so many people. Some of them can be called friends, the others are deemed to be relatives. We long to meet the "only one", but when we actually meet that very "one", it seems that very "one" is not the right one.
It's really shitty to be alone in the apartment that I hate! Your one is having fun with his dull friends and I've got nothing to do about it. I cannot go somewhere and have some fun 'cause it's not "my" town. I cannot help but feel sad and broken inside.