Alone, ignored, forgotten.

Last Saturday, I accidentally left my cell phone at home. It sat on my bed, on, for hours. Guess how many calls I got.

None.

Not a single phone call. If that isn't depressing, I don't know what is. It obviously shows that I have no friends, at least none that think about me. In fact, I haven't had any incoming calls that weren't from my parents or my grandmother since the twenty-second. Well, I'm going to go sit in the corner now, if anyone needs me...