I recently read a friend's post wherein they wrote of being jealous of those like me because he hates the cold. For me it is a creative spark that comes alive. I sit in my cold room and read or write. It just feels how I imagine I was meant to live. I love the cold.
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Friendship is a fickle thing - or at least it can be. It's been a topic of discussion as of late between many and myself. it's something that we all strive for in some manner. It's a beautiful thing to be understood or at least feel that you aren't completely alone. And I cherish all of my friends for their strengths and faults.
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We've all had friends come and go. Maybe you moved away or lost them in a breakup. Or perhaps you simply drifted apart and what used to tie you together unraveled. I've lost them in all of these - each with their own sting.
But hurt is something that we get over. It may not be tomorrow but it occurs. You start to forget what it was ever like and when you do remember, you aren't even sure it really happened. Maybe you just saw it on television or in a dream.
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I used to get disappointed pretty easily but as I've grown up and spent more time walking around I've come to realize that we're all mess-ups. Everyone puts their foot in their mouth, cuts off a school bus and fails tests. So I don't expect everyone to be perfect. There are so many little things that can end friendships that aren't worth it. And I've overlooked quite a few because the person matters more. And after all, I know that I'm gonna let you down so I'll give what I'll ask for.
