My fingers are writing

Hey there,
i am still not okay, I still miss her a lot I still search her.  I still can't forget you but now for those few seconds I will, because I am going to play a nice little game now. I write without thinking about what I write. Only one rule, never stop writing. I will start now!

This day I Was so busy . waking up and missing you. Making breakfast and still missing you. Watching the sunrise and be happy because of the beautiful weather. You were on line and I was happy seeing that you were awake. Well so I went out to start my day and I hopped this time I would see you in the bus or at the bus stop but you weren't there. Shall I tell you something? My game is pretty crap because I am just writing about you. Please stop messing my game up. Maybe I just should start writing about different stuff. But you are in my head and I can't forget you or get you out of my head. I know there is a cure. The cure is called "people". But where are all these "cures"? When I look out of my window I see them chilling in the park in front of my skyscraper, but I just can't make a connection to them, like today in one of my lectures where I noticed again that I can't make good jokes. I have a special sense of humor which only a few people can understand or deal with. I wish I would be more funny but i am not. So what should I do? I don't even like those guys so much because we just have such a different kind of humor. Wonder how my live would be if I could be more like them. I don't know and I never will know. I am born for being alone. Today there is a big campfire here in the city but I am not going there because I have no one to come with me. Maybe I just should ask some people but I don't like one of them so much to come with me. The rest of my friends ,wait one moment, Just had a great idea I am going to ask a friend if he wants to go with me to a campfire in my city lets see. if he will answer.

End of my game. Yeah I have a result, lets see what my old friend will answer. This is someone I knew from school but we have barely contact since we are at university. ****! He is going with some friends to a river making a barbecue. And I am alone again. It is so ridiculous. So I am alone again. Another evening I am alone, it is the most beautiful weather and I am alone here. Tomorrow is a free day. No work, no school, no university and I am all alone....so alone....