a doll house
Most of my friends turn out to be fake. I'm not including the imaginary ones. I am so pessimistic on this blog. I promise I'm not like this alllllll the time. I must be going through my emo phase or something. (That was a joke.) Sometimes I wonder if it's just me, that I am just super pessimistic and I'm the one affecting my attitude. However, my common sense and logic (such as it is) is telling me that's probably not the case. I've gotten into a slump. I ran into my former best friends this past week. Instead of the usual painful reminders of how they used to treat me, I could only think of all the good times we had (which was almost worse). I found myself missing them, missing them horribly. I can't understand why. I've taken steps to ensure that I won't be hurt by them again, but this also means that I won't be friends with them again. I miss all the long conversations we had. I miss waking up to a message from them. I miss telling...