Sometimes it really sucks not having any friends. It almost makes me wish I could go back and relive high school. But only if I could take all the knowledge I have now and apply it to my life then. Although really, would things be any better now if I'd done things differently then?
Sometimes, I wish I weren't so shy. Maybe then I'd have friends and not have all the concerns I have now. If I could open up to people and trust that they wouldn't take my trust and shatter it...
When did I become so cynical? Where did my faith in humanity go? Did such faith ever exist to begin with?
All things considered I've lead a pretty good life. Which isn't to say I haven't had my share of problems because I have, but I've always had the strength to get through them. I mean I'd you compare my life to some I've been pretty damn lucky. I had a roof over my head and parents who loved me, which is more than some kids can say. And yet, I'm so distrusting and cynical. So afraid of opening myself up to people. So alone...
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