People suck; remind me again why I’m living? Yanno I’ve been thinking, a lot, about what my life is going to be like next year at this time. I’m prolly not going to be friends with anyone I am now, cause how is it even going to work? Yanno it’s one thing to say, oh yeah we’re gonna be friends when we leave high school, but how? It’s the beginning of the end, for everything. Just think about it, there is no end year, there is no next time. Everyday is the last, the last of everything. The last time you’ll go here with this person, the last time you’ll do this or that. How sad am I supposed to be? Maybe I will actually meet some people worth being my friends, people that are worth trusting, worth getting close to. Maybe I’ll actually have some real friends. Someone got me thinking the other night about my friendships, and I’ve never had any that were worth anything. I thought I did, apparently not anymore. Apparently never. I feel so distant from everyone. Even people I thought I knew or knew me, I feel like I don’t even know them anymore, I guess I don’t even know me. I thought I was happy, and I am but there is something missing, something that should be there, something I should have and be able to count on, and I don’t. Oh well, that’s the way the cookie crumbles I guess.