Friends

One night as my sister brought home her bunch of friends, merrily giggling and laughing away, drunk in their game of cards, I retracted quietly into my bubble. Slowly I shrank smaller and smaller, quieter and quieter, until no sound from the world came within. My sister walked over and "why so emo?" she asked. I defended I wasn't, but it made me realize I was being "emo". It was pulling me down, the laughter and the chaos happening right in front of me which I want to join so badly yet not wanting to fit. I missed my fit. I missed my friends. I missed the hoo-ha over nothing. I guess we've passed that stage. Or maybe it was just me feeling very away from the bunch. I miss them crazy people.