Who are my real friends?
Before i start todays blog, just want to say that all my posts is about my life, my discoveries, and my opinions. As a blogger of my site, please have the respect to not push pure insults, or condemn my posts. Yes you have the right to comment, but comment wisely and nicely. Discussions are beautiful, but proving a point that my own opinion which is on my blog is wrong is not beautiful, not even near nice. Thank you all for reading my blog and participating in it, i really appriciate it, but do bare in mind that some times its alright to be mean, but you have no right to be bad. So if you have a point to prove, take it out onto your own blog. Other than that its so nice to have loads of you involved in my blog. Thank you for all your time. So to not waste anymore time...here is todays topic: Who are my real friends?
I realised today, that all my life i spent trying to please people, trying to be accepted, trying to be cool. But little did i know that inside i was cool. This means i was cool being me, and i tried so many many things just to be someone i am not. All those people i called my best friends, i do not know who they are anymore. I dont know what they are doing, where they are, how they are feeling, i dont know anything a best friend should know. A best friend would keep in touch even after you depart into two different ways leaving high school and moving on.
But nope, i havent done any of that. So what kind of friend am i? or what type of friends did i make my best friend? After years of trying my best to be accepted, i still do not have a best friend. What is a best friend now? Im so confused. I wish i had a friend whom i can call a best friend, who knows me for who i am, and appriciates me for who i am. So now i sit and ponder, who are my real friends?
