I’m sorry…this again isn’t book-related…I just have a lot going on, and I just need to say it.  You don’t need to read this at all…

Friends.  What are friends?  I wouldn’t know.  Lately, it seems I don’t have any.  Am I immature because I don’t want to drink or party?  Am I stupid?  Lately, I just find myself asking “What’s wrong with me?”

It hurts when people you know suddenly become people you knew.  And, it kills when those who swore they’d never leave you have forgotten your entire existence.  To them, I am nobody.

I see their pictures and posts throughout the social media world.  Their hangouts, their conversations, their inside jokes.  I am gone.  I am forgotten.

Maybe I am weird or set in my ways.  I don’t know.  All I want is acceptance.  I want friendships with total trust.  I don’t want to be hurt because I’m tired of hurting.  

I’m grateful for books that depict real friendships.  Pudge, Alaska, and Colonel.  Rose and Lissa.  Clary and Simon.  Katniss and Gale.  Rhine and Gabriel.  Lena and Hanna.  I guess, I’ll just have to be patient for my own novel-worthy friendship.