Friday night I went to a club night (which was awful, btw), and all night there was this man standing around in a sort of modest Hawaiian shirt, on his own, beer in hand, just looking around. And he didn't look like he was having that much fun, and he was all alone.
And it made me so depressed I burst into tears when we left.
And don't ask me why I didn't go and talk to him, because I don't know and it would have been awkward.
But that's one thing that always gets me right there; the thought of sad, lonely people, lost in a world full of people bustling and partying, and not knowing what to do..
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