This painting represents the loneliness that I felt during my high school days.

The person
in the middle represents me being alone while raining. While walking, many realizations and
what ifs that is going on my mind. There are pale and bright colors, as you can see. The color
black is associated with dull. It also reminds me of the fear, anxiety, and unknown feelings I felt
back then. Gray symbolizes sadness, depression, confusion, loneliness, and monotony. It also
evokes feelings of loneliness and isolation. While the bright color symbolizes that even though I
am experiencing struggles in life, there is still a bright color that shines through during my
darkest days. The streetlight, reminds me that even in the most challenging times, hope never
recedes. The lights shine ever brighter, even as the dark nights grow longer.
Alone. My emotions all pertained to this word. I’m shy, ambivert, and quite outgoing
person. I know that I’m a nice person but one thing that I don’t really know is that why I didn’t
have any friends. Why I am facing this kind of situation that started to make me feel depressed. I
never had an intention to hurt anyone, but this was who I was and the reason for my loneliness.
Loneliness, this is what I always feel during my high school days. Others are saying high school
are the best part of being a student. But for me it is opposite. As days, months, even years passed,
people still don’t want to be friends with me. Sometimes, there are people coming to talk to me
but it's just temporary, they also disappear just like a bubble. I was constantly left sitting alone in
my chair, damp corner with no one to interact with. I just don’t get it. I don’t get why it hasn’t
gotten better, and I don’t get why I can’t seem to make friends. I go to school and I have no one
to talk to really, no one to eat lunch with, and I feel so alone. I have no idea what's wrong with
me. I'm starting to feel depressed. This was my fate. My life was basically forlorn. I always think
I was going to be alone, forever. And I eventually begin to doubt everything. Would I be better
off dead? Would anyone miss me?