I think I’m lonely

I didn't really talk until I was spoken too. This resulted in three months of me not uttering a word, which just made me even more unapproachable. I felt stuck between living in my dream and realizing I didn't actually enjoy the people involved in this narrative. The people were stinking up this dreamy place and rotting it from the inside out.

What thoughts, I thought to myself while I sat in the cafeteria eating by myself in a long table. All other tables were occupied to the inch. The sound of the endless chatter, vicious laughter, and the infinite space around me brought tears to my eyes.