I hate when I come to the realization that I have no true friends, because I have no one to fully open up to. I would with my boyfriend, except for the fact that I know he’d have no response in return because he doesn’t know how it feels to feel like I do.
Sadly, writing in a journal is starting to lose it’s usefulness in the business of getting stuff out and off my chest.
Is it really this hard to find a friend whom both parties can open up to and enjoy each others company?
I find it boring that most “friends” just want to drink when hanging out. I’m tiring of drinking. There’s more to life then that.
I really miss being a kid, when you could just play around, indoors or out. With no need for money to have fun, you just did. But now these days, I’m “too old” to be doing things without any real purpose, other than fun.
Can I just be 5 again?
It seems really absurd when I feel this lonely when I’m not alone.
I wish I had roof top access to get awesome shots of sunrises & sunsets & cityscapes.
Things change, they change a lot. The crazy part is, it’s all subtle changes, changes you don’t know are happening until they’ve done and happened. Granted, change is inevitable, and most change is good. But it’s just kind of mind boggling to think of how much actually changes that no one even really notices. I’m beginning to like this new way I’ve been discovering things.
I do not like how spicy food makes my mouth feel. All warm and somewhat irritated for no reason.
I’m amazed at how some people can be. So selfish and uncaring…
It saddens me. And people wonder why I don’t attempt to make friends anymore. Because people these days make me not want to.
For a simple life. Things should just be simple with no complicated thinking processes behind them.
Where in the world has my energy from my youth gone?! I feel old. To bad I still look like I’m in my teens. Shucks. So conflicted.