I wasn’t able to pour my heart out today to my best friend. Maybe it’s much better that I don’t talk about him anymore. Talking about him brings back both sad and happy memories which gives me the feeling of wanting to give up and not wanting to give up at the same time.
The sad moment when you realize how alone you actually are. No one ever messages you first or texts you first or anything. So it gets to the point where you don’t want to put in the effort with people who don’t put in any effort for you, so you end up spending your life at home, never going anywhere.