"Buy a day to have a friend, in exchange for a day to be miserable."
Says the sign by the door.
I bought a friend one day. What is another miserable day anyway?
I've been having lonely bad days since I can remember.
When I make "friends"; they always leave me in the end.
Whether they moved on from something we both used to like, or they find someone better than me.
The hardest part of my miserable days, is seeing groups of happy people.
Most of all, if they are talking about the things I like. Why can't I be a part of their group? I ask myself sometimes.
Why can't I find a friend who can share a real bond?
So I rented a doll programmed to be my friend.
We went to places I liked and showed it the things I love.
We had a great time. But, I had to return it by the end of the day and it forgot all about me the next day.
It was time to pay my bill. The shop owner handed me the tab and it was blank.
He said all I have to do was live life as I usually did. Miserable.
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