Know what I realized?
I don’t have many friends. I know a lot about many people, but I haven’t actually spoken to them. My small circle of friends is all I have. I don’t really mind, but it would be nice for once to know people better than what their exterior hints, or what a small whispered comment said. I want to get to know them.
But they don’t want to get to know me. They would leave if I tried to talk to them. They would look at me oddly, as if I had done something amazingly offensive when in reality I had just said hello.
Oh well, that’s life for you. I can't catch all the petals of the flower that I tore apart. I can only cling to the few that I refused to let go.
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