Every year, I’ve promised that I’d be a better friend.
This year, my eyes were opened to who and what really matters.
I’m 100 miles away from the town I grew up in, but I may as well be dead to pretty much all of my old friends.
I realise it’s a two-way street, but being constantly berated, ignored, and isolated is just not cool.
My best friend of seven years - the one person who dried my tears, shared with me the good times and the bad, and was loyal to me throughout everything - hasn’t even attempted to speak to me in months.
The remainder of 2014 and 2015 is going to be all about my wonderful family, my girlfriend, and the few people that I still call my close friends.
I may be able to count them on one had, but it’s the best damn hand I’ve ever known.