​ I am mad.

I am mad at the world.
I am mad at the kids my age who go out to clubs and flirt and make new friends and connections.
I am mad at those kids who go to cafes to drink coffee and chat with friends.
I am mad at the kids who wake up early with plans for the day.
I am mad at the kids who even get out of bed every morning.
I am mad at my friends, for they kept on living.
I am mad at my friends, for they have found new friends.
I am mad at my friends, for they are no longer my friends.
I am mad at the people who don't wink at the moon.
I am mad at them for they didn't notice that street lamp flickering on and off.
I am mad that it only bothered me.
I am mad that only I played the game in my head, guessing when that fucking street lamp will turn on again.
I am mad at the world.
I am mad at my family.
I am outraged!
But, most importantly...
I am mad at myself!
For I have lost all my friends.
For I don't go out to clubs and cafes.
For I don't have anything to look for in a day.
For I can't seem to get out of bed.
For I have spent the best years of my life locked behind my fucking bedroom door.
And bloody hell.I hate that door!

-A grumpy, ol' star hunter!