It’s Christmas Eve and I guess I’m realizing how alone I am again.
I guess I don’t notice it when I’m busy and happy but I now that I’m in a fucked up headspace rn I’m starting to notice. I don’t get close to people cause I thinks it’s pointless of me to tell people about parts of me that I’m not proud of or that I think are weaknesses. I don’t get close to people cause that would require me offering up a part of me to be vulnerable and truthfully no one cares about other people’s bullshit. 9 times out of 10 I don’t care about their bullshit so maybe that’s just my own head shit. Most times I don’t have time for friends so maintaining friendships is more work than it’s worth. I’m good alone I’m always good about being alone. Well usually. But anyway, not getting close to people means I don’t have any close friends. I have Claire & Juniper and I love them both dearly but they’re just friends. I had Amy but that shit got messy and she doesn’t talk to me, probably for the best. It’s easier this way. As fucked up as it is, I don’t mind her being out of my life for now, one less thing to worry about. Summer is 800 miles away. Everyone in my life is just a surface level friend, I don’t go deep with any of them. My family is 800 miles away which is fine I don’t talk to them about personal shit and I wouldn’t want them to worry about me anyway. I’m just alone that’s my only point. I have no one again and I’m just alone and I’m just fucking scared cause I don’t want to fall into that place again. I’m sure this will be short lived. I’ll feel fine by the morning this won’t be a recurring thing. I’m psyching myself out












