>all those moments you were alone, waiting with hope for someone

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>all those moments you were alone, waiting with hope for someone to come along
>sitting alone at a table in school, daydreaming about someone coming and talking to you
>quietly working on things alone that you were always so sure you were going to share with someone someday
>spending moments alone that you wanted to share with other people, but you thought it would all be okay since they would come eventually
>you thought for sure that things would just fall into place someday, and that you just had to wait patiently
>you thought that you would meet people like the ones in your stories and form a tight-knit group with strong bonds
>you thought that you would find people who would be meaningful to you, and who would see value in you too
>you were always too timid, weak, and insignificant to assert yourself and stand out for anyone to ever take interest in you, while all you did was wait
>no one is coming to save you, no one was ever watching all those moments you spent alone and feeling pity for you, or those times when you felt gripped with sentimentality like when walking along an empty street in the evening
>you still feel the silly thought that many of your joys and sufferings somehow were and will ultimately be wasted with no one to share them with
>even though you don't have any hope left like before, somehow you still always feel yourself waiting for something to happen anyway as you waste away your time and your passions for things drain