Decode

"How did we get here?

I used to know you so well..."

Well I think I know...

You see I've stopped writing, sort of.

I'm not writing what I should be.

It used to be my outlet, my best friend, my confident.

Then it was my home, then something I just did... almost mindlessly...

It was just part of me, but now...

I'm part of nothing.

I'm surrounded by liars and fakes. People I thought I could depend on, but have yet again been proven otherwise.

I don't mean to depend on people, and of course I wouldn't be caught TRYING to be needy.

The simple fact of the matter is that 99% of people NEED social contact.

In fact 100% of the human race should have it. It's healthy.

I don't really have any strong friendships as of now. I feel lonely...

I just got asked out... by a 35 year old... that I've been seeing for a while... He doesn't act 35... but he's starting to look it. At least up close. I guess I'm his girlfriend now? And as much as I wanted to be before... I don't even know how I feel about it now...