Confusion

He sat on the beach, thinking of the time he spent thinking of his "Best friend." He had often mixed up the fact that his friend was naught but a toy, a bauble to remind him of his past, the one thing that had always been with him. In his mind's eye, he could see himself sitting on a train to nowhere, alone in his problems and desperation. He sat there, weeping his heart out for himself, to involved with himself to notice the world passing by, so immersed with himself to know that there was someone out there for him, who could help him with his struggles. He sat on the beach, crying for himself and his lost "friend." That was when, after realizing this, he decided that he had had enough, he would set out to find the one for him, the companion he truly needed.