I miss feeling like I have friends.

One was supposed to be around this weekend but I got no response. Shame, I was going to give her a bag of mary jane to take back with her.

I’ll just have to keep in mind that I’m loved a thousand miles away. Even though most of them have forgotten about me too.

I think it’s getting to that point in the year again where I realize that everyone is doing so much better than I am. I’m lost. I don’t have my giant family of friends as a support system anymore.

That’s what I miss the most: having people love me just as much as I love them.