all my life, i've been searching for something...

another friday awaits its ending, and the weekend comes upon me. i hear of all the things people are going to do over the weekend with their friends, i hear of the dates couples are going on, i hear of everything. except the "i'm just staying home." i only hear that from myself. even when i'm finally old enough to drive a car -- it'll all be the same.

i'm lonely, but it's probably just wanting what i can't have, wanting what i won't get, and hoping that it'll come some day, whether or not that day is tomorrow, or 20 years from now. the future is bleak.