The group is laughing, joking, chattering. But not me.
The friends go out for lunch together. But not with me.
The teacher calls for us us to pair up. I'm the odd one out.
A new day, a new scenario. Strangers, all of us. People begin to pair off, to talk. I smile at a few people, but they don't notice me. I introduce myself, but they walk away. I finally retreat to the corner and gaze out wistfully.
The group goes out to eat, and I follow along. But as soon as I get up to get my food, they all switch tables. Maybe they didn't mean it, but even so...
What is it like to be part of the group? What is the feeling of having people notice whether or not you're in the room with them? Is it pleasant to be understood?
I wish I knew the answers to these questions. I wish I knew what it's like to have friends. Even one friend, just one, would be so wonderful, so amazing. But I am all alone on the outside.