Sometimes I try to be what others need me to be. A friend, a mother , father, sister, policeman, judge, advisor..
But the problem in that is that they get used to the idea of me being someone else.. Doing what someone else would.. Like they would.. But that's not me..
When I do something for my own good they get mad and they get hurt and it's my fault... And that's how, ladies and gentelman, you lose friends
That's how I lose my friends.. I lost three girls I saw as my friends today.. I lost them so easily.. So quickly.. Effortlessly..
It's a pain I hate to feel but I'm forced to.. And I did my best to be there for them, to be myself and it wasn't enough.. I wasn't enough.. But hey, at least I brought them together so they'll have each other..
It was never a problem for me to be alone. I always found something I can do alone, that's how I started writing after all. But now I'm not completely alone.. I have my boyfriend, I have captain..
But it's never easy losing a friend, let alone three.. So I shall pass this like everything else I have in my life.. Won't be easy but it'll be worth it
Life's a clime but the view is great.
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Diary Of Feelings
Non-FictionWe all have those moments when there's no one we could open up to and we need to get those feelings out of our system. I choose to write them here and some of you might see your not alone or even share your feelings with me.
