It’s so odd that I find myself asking these very basic questions, things I thought I had figured out a long time ago, now linger in my mind nagging me really; what is a friend? what is happiness?
it’s easy to say people suck; because it’s true; they do, but I can’t pretend that I don’t need people because I do. Oh I’d love to meet someone – anyone – who thinks like me at all; but I never do; I guess I’m just too damn strange to find any real empathy – maybe I can find friends well I mean, I can be friends with nearly anyone really; I am always able to find some common ground with just about anyone.
Life is really difficult alone. I always had a best friend, always had a girlfriend, now I’m older and not as healthy, not as much ‘fun’ – and I’m just completely and totally alone… it hurts so much sometimes I can barely stand it.
Really I just need a friend – not the perfect companion, or marriage or anything just a friend that’s all. I just need a friend. Why is that so hard?
