make a friend

I selter myself in my own box of comfort. friendship is beyond me. do i really want a friend? am i capable of being a friend? every move i make in life is mapped out. i constantly decide the outcomes, before i begin. so here i am today questioning my ability to be a friend… ? thoughts scramble through my head… who, when, where, how? I THINK that i have no friends… does a co-worker count, how about a sister-in-law, no.. sometimes i feel i bother those that i find potential friends… i always give my everything to those i care for in my life, leaving individuals walking all over me. frindship is a challenge. so do i want a friend, maybe not… but do i need a friend…..... YES.

(the last piece to my puzzle of happiness)

All my life I’ve had but one friend, my dad. And just a couple of months ago cancer took my only friend. Being that I’ve never had any other friends, I’m left lonely. No one to call with a broken heart, no one to make memories with, no one to help me find that perfect outfit, no one to buy a gift for on christmas, no one to tell me I have brocolli in my teeth. How does one make a friend from scratch?