I guess I’m a bit disappointed in the notion of friendship itself. I believed that having a friend is a must; that everyone needs someone to share thoughts, ideas, interests and what not. But being a part from schoolmates who I was very close to made us distant if not strangers. Strangers, that was hard to accept but still how else can u call a person with whom u were not in touch for years and about whom u know nothing. They have their own families; their own lives and u are not a part of it anymore.
But another sad thought is that I doubt that I need a friend of any kind. What for? I don’t want to bare my feelings anymore. I don’t think that I can find anyone to share my interests with.
Of cause I still want to help those who would need my support, and I will do everything to assist, but I hardly will ask for help myself. That’s not because I foolishly believe that I’m that strong to cope with it along. I rather don’t want to bother others.
I’ll do with the help of my family for now.