I miss my old people, I know I was the one who became MIA. I went quiet then went silent. I didn’t cut you off, I cut myself off. I didn’t wanna burden, because for the longest time in my life, I felt unalive when the biggest fear in my life happened. I lost my mom and I lost me.
Why do I feel like when I ask to hangout its mostly alwaya a “no”, “sorry”, “have something to do”, “need to go home early", “have plans already”. But when asked, all I could say is “I’m in!”.
Most of my friends, i meant “all” my friends have their own thing going on with their lives. Each having their own cof which I’m not a part of. And that’s cool and all, just can’t help but feel like I may have made them my main cof, to them it’s just another group? I guess.