It almost seems as if when one is younger, it was much easier to make friends. Nowadays, she finds herself capable of getting along with others-minus a couple here and there who just glare at her and don’t want to get to know her. She has good acquaintances, people to have lunch with, but no one who checks up on her after work, no one to call or text her- after work- to go catch a movie or have dinner. She goes home alone. Don’t misunderstand, she’s not lonely, but she is alone. She has no one to speak with, cuddle with, vent to, cry to.. She wonders why she has no true friends, why is she alone. She has a good heart, means well, tries to be nice, loves to laugh, but others just don’t seem to like being around her. She knows that if she pretends to be someone else, it would not only Not be right, she wouldn’t be happy. “It’s not fair”, she thinks. “What have I ever done?” If she continues to be herself, people just don’t want to be friends with her. She feels awkward when she laughs out loud to something others only softly giggle to. She feels awkward among her peers who seem to effortlessly be part of a conversation with other coworkers, yet if she tries to speak, no one really listens or seems to care.
She continues to try to be herself; she eats well, sleeps well, stays in touch with family members, goes to church, prays, exercises……in general, she tries to maintain a healthy attitude regardless of how dim things may look at times.
She still believes that one day, she will not only have a close friend whom she can count on, but also a companion and a partner/significant other in life. She won’t believe that this is how it will always be. This is how bad people should be treated, but not her. She’s a good person. One day.
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