Being well liked by many is not the same thing as having friends. I don’t have anyone in Florida who I can really hang out with. I hate being alone:( why am I so shy to new people?
So I decided to come to a club by myself in hopes that I might make some new friends, but I don’t know how likely that is to happen. But right now I feel like a sociologist observing everyone. Damn school making its way through to real life. I’m seeing so many sociologic implications!
Hmm… They must have taken a picture of me every time I start to get close to someone because I always fall fast and hard. They unfortunately left out the part of the scene when my heart shatters into a million pieces and I am left to pick them up with bare and bloody hands…