The Friendless Loner, ~*StEpH*~

This isn't a sympathy essay, just remember that.
I, and many other people too, consider myself a total loner, for lack of better words. Well, just get this straight. It's not that I don't have friends. I suppose I do. Or rather, I suppose you could call these people friends, although I myself would rather just name them my acquaintances, since they are not much as friends, but more of company during the horrible schooling periods. So as I was saying, it's not that I don't have friends. I just really don't exactly need them. Of course, some of you will have the jarring dissension towards my thoughts. I do not blame you. For many, friends are everything. They are your ticket to popularity and your security blanket. Your little shoulder to cry on should nasty things happen to your perfect little life. I guess I don't really need these things. Well, I used to think I did. But now, I guess I don't. I suppose it's the revelation you get when you discover with that horrifying feeling that your 'friends' are hardly worth the title. I would not like to point out the ways in which they can qualify. Eventually, I found all my 'friends' either discussing my pros, cons and future whenever I disappear with other people when they should be doing it with me since it is my life, or they simply do not care very much or get estranged. The whole reason why I don't bother to keep in touch is because these things will definitely happen at one time or another and it is inevitable that I save myself from more impending death.

~*StEpH*~

P.S
I learnt the word 'impending' a long time before Ms Juliana started talking about vivid verbs. Just a note.