I can assure you that when I grow old, I will be a bitter old lady whom is lonely and full of hate. I will regret every decision I made when I was young. I’ll remember sitting alone eating, with my phone only thinking it was everyone else’s fault for me eating alone. Even while typing this, I know it’s true. But I don’t want to be alone. But do I truly have any friends? They’re all just classmates, or fellow athletes. When have I not been lonely? When will I truly make friends?