A Plea Coming from Waiting A Promise To Be True

I am bored.
I know it's my fault at the very beginning.
I should have just gone upstairs and tried to get along.
I should have tried heck to fit in.
Or else, I should have not followed the one to be here in the first place.
I should have gone by myself to where I really belong.
As usual.
I do not know why I choose to give up in making new friends.
Perhaps friendship is not really my thing.

Somewhere, in a place I didn't know.