So I’ve been thinking a lot recently about friendships. Friends are often a source of support. Good friends lend you a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen. Bad friends influence you and peer pressure you into doing things you never imagined. Despite all the good and bad things that come with friendships, they have in one way or another played a part into making us the people that we are. Who else do we have to turn to, especially when we come from broken homes? Who is going to be there for us when we get the urge to flee when we can no longer fight? Friends are. At least true friends are.

As for me, looking back on my memories and my past experiences, I have realized that a lot of people have come and gone. Some good, some bad, but the ones that stay friends with me today are the ones that I truly want in my life..forever. Life truly is a journey in which we venture and take different routes. It’s also a way of weeding out the people, those who have good intentions with you persevere. Those who don’t manage to stick around simply weren’t meant to be around. So I sit here typing all these thoughts out, a time in which I feel more alone than ever. I look back on my past friendships and can’t help but contemplate what exactly went wrong with some people. I always wonder if it could have been rewritten in one way or another, but then reality hits me and I simply tell myself that if it was meant to be, it would have been.

my heart is a safebox. go ahead and try to find the right combination to unlock my heart. i dare you.


i won't let just anyone in.

"The grass may be greener on the other side, but happy gardeners are less likely to notice."