i thought on the people that come into life that you like then they go. in life you are alone, other people are on their own journey and come and go, but their mark on you and your mark on them will remain and change you in some way adding to both of your lifes journeys and experience. they are supposed to go, their going leaves a brighter lasting mark. the missing and longing for a certain person when thought on makes you admire their traits and who they was and then perhaps see that in others in a slight way maybe, changing your perception of the world and the people in it and changing who you are.
I have a slowly shrinking contact list of people to talk to, mostly when it becomes apparent that the only thing we have in common is mental heath disorders and our tolerance for each other.
I do too. This is the curse of being the one on the fringes. Orbiting big groups of people who are willing but not always enthusiastic about including you. You're never among the friendships they put effort into holding onto. And as the group starts to drift and split the more effort you put in to maintaining those connections to compensate, well sometimes they come to resent it. But you still loose you friends either way so what do you have to loose.
