Random 2AM thoughts
As I’m getting older, I’m realising how I have almost absolutely no one in my life worthy of calling my best friend...they’ve all either back stabbed or just plain been themselves. The worst part is I don’t feel lonely about this. I feel like a warrior who came out of all of that. But then somewhere I question myself, that where’s the legacy? Where are the memories? The stories? People make the stories happen. Have I really failed that miserably!? Maybe that’s why they say that choose your friends wisely! I never did! I trust people and what they say....hoe stupid of me you must be wondering😂 How do I call myself? Where is the silver lining here? Idk! I don’t have any answers! I don’t know what to do!! How do I stop thinking about all of this!













