Sometimes it sucks. Being the last one standing. The last one without a significant other. The last one single and alone. Normally, I don’t mind. It’s not like I want a relationship with anyone, and my friends are happy. So damn happy it’s nauseating most days. But they deserve it. Happiness. They deserve it more than anyone. And I like being alone. I don’t have to pretend everything is okay when I’m alone.
