All These Fucked Up Things I Did.

I can't help but think.

I've grown so far away from everyone, and I don't know how I feel about it. I wanted that when I graduated. I didn't want anything that reminded me of high school. Now I regret my decision at once again my selfishness.

I read blogs and it makes me sad that I don't know whats happening in the lives of the people who I used to be so close with.

Thats the problem with me, and always will be the problem. I run away at every chance I get.

I was bruised and beat up from high school so I run away from the only people that would pick me up, dust me off, and support me. It doesn't make a whole lot of sense, now does it?

I am a work at progress, and I can deal with that. Or maybe I can't given all the frustrations I blame myself for. All I really know is I am continually changing, and sometimes I don't know if it's for the better or the worst. I always hope that those who are close to me think I'm getting better. That I'm evolving into a good human being.

I know a lot about life and and hardships, but if you asked me about friendships I would tell you I have not a clue.