You know the saddest part of being me?
I don't have a best friend.
Or rather, I have too many friends. The thing is, that it's my fault. I'm so judgemental and I'm so critical of others that I forget that I'm human too. That I make the same mistakes they do. That I feel the same jealousy they do, the same hatred, the same sorrow, the same joy.
There are these two girls in my class who are best friends, and I absolutely love how they're perfect for eachother, both such polar opposites but that's good. The calm one always brings down the hyper one and the same the other way round.
And there lies another one of my problems. Am I the calm one? The hyper one? The critical one? The studious one? The sporty one? The artsy one? Coz the thing is, I'm all of it and none of it.
I'm a wanderer. And I have absolutely no idea, whether I fit in, or stand out? And I'm so alone but having so many friends makes me so happy. But I don't know why I feel that I'm still missing out on what those two of my friends are having, you know? That friendship they're a part of.
And I'm so so lost, it's freaking hilarious.
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Unturned stones
CasualeI speak for those who can't, won't, shouldn't, etc. I also speak for myself. Because why the heck not?
