My thoughts and stories// editing and revising

The recipe

I find myself looking at my friends pictures. There are 3 of them and they all live close to each other maybe a 10-20 minute drive. They usually hang out together. Their hangouts usually consist of going to the mall and then spending the night at each other's houses for 1-2 days at most. For some odd reason I get these weird feelings, it's almost like a recipe. Loneliness, sadness,a pinch of jealousy, and confusion all are ingredients. The confusion usually comes first, why didn't they invite me, are we actually friends, maybe they don't really like me and just put up with me in school. Then the sadness hits when I wonder what I'm missing out on, next comes the loneliness when I think about how I have no friends that I can tell absolutely anything to, and I mean anything. And the inkling of jealousy is there throughout the whole recipe when I think of how lucky they are to have such close friends.