I am here.

I am here, perhaps because I am lonely myself. I live in a world surrounded by many people who love me. So, why do I still feel like I am living in a world of isolation? Perhaps, it is self-pity. Though I have always been the Queen of Self-Pity, I am unsure. I like to think that I can change the world by helping one broken person at a time. I know there is no fixing a fractured being, but there is no harm in attempting to heal a fractured being. I once was shattered. With time and effort, my broken pieces have seemed to come back together. In need of a friend? I am here. For always.