|Centennial 2 apartment complex, only I don't think it looked this nice back then.|
This is where I llived at the time this story took place.
When I got to my apartment it was dark. Nobody was home, and the feelings of loneliness seemed to close around me. I remember lying on my bed and crying. My journal reports that I cried for three hours. I read the scriptures and found the words "Fear not for I am with you" comforting. I decided that I could pray and fast that I wouldn't feel so lonely. In my journal I wrote that I asked for a miracle, and that my friends came through to provide it. When I went to school I saw three different friends who were happy to see me and asked how I was doing. My home teacher even stopped me to ask if I was okay.
The interesting thing is that nothing really changed. My family and friends loved me the whole time. They would have been happy to talk to me, but apparently I couldn't see that. Thankfully, when I asked the Lord for help, he sent it in the form of kind friends and the ability to see that I was not forgotten.