All by myself....

Maybe I do want to be alone... all alone... just me and no one else. Well, family is excluded from that, I love them and I know they will always love me and be there for me. The boy I loved has trammeled me under his feet. The best friend I thought I had is suffocated by all the things I've done wrong to her. So many people I thought meant something in my life have left me or hurt me. Am I naive? Am I too much of an idealist? Too much of an optimist? I don't think so. I refuse to think so. I still believe that people are good. I still have hope that everyone will try to put their best foot forward, including myself. Someone amazing will love me and think I'm incredible. Someone great will consider me a good friend and forgive me for my flaws. I'm just tired right now... so it is nice to be alone... but tomorrow I look forward to mending, to growing, to hoping.