every time i think that i have friends, i realize that i don't. i rack my brain to think of people i can call, but i know that there is nobody.
but i'm not too sad, because that's the way it's always been, and it's my fault anyway. i choose to make friends with boys and potheads, so relationships can only get so deep without becoming physical.
and i hate that i can only bond with people if a blunt or a drink is being shared.
and i hate that i feel most comfortable around guys.
my fault always, i can blame no one but myself.
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