Friday, August 27, 2010

friends.


Perhaps i am a bit strange, but all i ever want to do is hang out with my friends.
I blow of dates, and relationships because i know they will take away too much time from being with my friends. The satisfaction I feel from belonging to a group of girls that know me better than I perhaps know myself is quite scary, yet fulfilling. Maybe this feeling stems from the horrid memories of my late teenager years when my life consisted around my boyfriend. Whatever the reason is, my friends have become my life. I know they will never disappear, or forget about me, and will be there at the end of dates and relationships. But still, there is nothing i'd rather do on a Friday night more than sit around someones room reminiscing about the previous weekend. Maybe i'm still immature, or just scared of having my heart broken again so I stick to the safe side. But I don't think that's the answer. I think sometimes when you feel so comfortable to be your weird self, you don't care about being with anyone else. You are so happy to be with the ones who accept you for who are, who don't care if you are grumpy one night, a bitch for having a bad day, a debbie downer, a negative nancy, or just simply sad. My mood instantly changes when I see my friends. As odd as we are, I love us.

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