After to much torment of trying to understand why I’m constantly alone, and why my only friends are now on social networking sites, I’ve come to realise that these days I don’t care. I’ve always had a problem with ‘fitting in’ with the crowd, and looking back, I am happy I got out when I did. I see these people now and laugh inside knowing I’m still capable of being myself and not ‘something’ else. I don’t mind being alone anymore; I have myself to count on. Thankfully though I have a handful of friends who have made a big impact of my life and I thank the Lord and Lady for sending them to me.
I’m fine not talking much, I’m fine sitting in the corner, and I’m fine not going out clubbing. That means I can do what I want, when I want. The friends I have now are absolutely fantastic and I couldn’t live without them. So thank you guys! The one thing I’ve learnt is that the problems I had with people in the past still, in some ways affect me now. At least with the ability to write I can express my anger and upset through the form of a character.
I don’t know what the future has in store for me, but I hope one day, once I believe in love, life and trust again, I’ll find someone, and have more real friends.
That’s all folks… kind of short but who gives a fuck?