She was on her island alone. It bothered her, a lot. People came to visit every so often and usually that would be enough, but today, it just wasn't. Other people had a person on their island all the time, and she understood that those people probably needed them more. She just felt so alone on this island. Maybe she had distanced herself from everyone? Or was it something she had done? Watching others on their island wasn't that hard all the time, but right now it hurt. All the people who came to her island had someone special to go to, or someone really close to them. She, honestly, probably had some people really close to her. She just felt like they were so far away, and didn't want to bother them with her sadness. It sounded stupid, she knew that. Her brain just wouldn't stop telling her how worthless she was, and how her friends were all close to someone and she was all alone. She decided to spit her stupid thoughts on a book to get them away from her head. Of course, that only made them come back stronger. How could she try and help others with their problems when she could only barely get her head above sea level sometimes? She felt all alone.
