Pointless

The one changes, the rest gone, and it's a holiday day, and we were supposed to meet, but here I am alone on my bed, watching hours pass me by. Pointless. Pointless to try. Pointless to belive we'll be ok in the end. Pointless because I'm alone and you're not the same.

EDIT: Not pointless but painful. Painful because I care, and I know you do too. Painful because at the end of the day I just wish I could hold you and figure out what to do. I just... I guess I worry too much, and feeling lonely won't help.