I do not think I quite belong anywhere but in the void of my empty mind. Everyone but me has their friends and their memories and their past. Perhaps it is my own fault that I stand in the background and watch them make their memories. Perhaps I make myself afraid that I will never have what everyone else has, thus I remain without the companionship I crave and the memories I need. I wait and see if anyone would take pity upon the poor soul, lonely and alone, just as I would. But alas, no results and I return to my lonely mind, alone and full of nothing.