Do people know me because I make them know me, or do they know me because they want to know me and recognise as a friend?
Sometimes I cry over friendships.
And I predict the next one coming.
I see no real friendship building. Well at least not WITH me. For others, it seems so natural.
Emo-ing over stuff like this may seem rather illogical. But trust me, friendships are harder to handle than love. Seriously.
Go back to sleep, suck thumb, and cry.
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