The group chat is full of psychos
We are just teens with no sense of direction, but when I'm with them in our electric world loneliness leaves me.
We aren't friends
Maybe we aren't close and I don't know everything I want to. We are not friends. We are not a family. Yet, I feel our closeness as if we were touching. Always.
We are always touching, talking, breathing in the same room although we are states apart. An ocean separates me front them yet we eat lunch together everyday.
None of us truly exist, none of them are here, we are not one. They mean more to me than the people I can feel, but I know they cannot be more than my imagination.