Friends?…
“there goes the world, off of my shoulders.” i find that the world represents my thoughts, feelings, fears,questions and concerns. the exerpt effortlessly depicts my desire, my plea for relief. today i was told to “stop being myself”. i contemplated the idea and concluded that my friends saw me as no more than a mockery. scum on the sole of their feet, picked at merely for amusement. i feel that everything i do, everything i strive to achieve is dismissed or for anothers entertainment.
am i just a mockery? amusement among the people i call friends? hmm… Friend is an interesting word. there are no boundaries to it’s meaning. it is taken simply as one interperates it. so can they truely exist?
3 years ago