I don't have many friends. Acquaintances, yes. Friends, not really. Most people come and go, few stay, fewer stay put and never frizz out.
And sometimes, this makes me sad.
I admit that I do feel conscious about this. And sometimes it makes me bitter thinking about how small my inner circle is. But when I think about the bond that I have built with these limited few, I perk up... and then my heart sinks again because my mind starts badgering me with how "you only have these friends - ha!" After a while, I'll be okay. And then the cycle repeats.
This is not an emo post, nor is it one that teaches you what you should do when things like this happen. It's that once-in-a-while reminder-to-self kind of post. Because I've come to the realisation that at the end of the day, I care too much about how others think to the point that I depend on friends/people to be happy. I simply do not know how to love myself.
-camerafilmroll
(This totally resonates with me.)
