It's hard to believe that so many months have passed so quickly. Friendships were made, promises were broken, lies were concealed and the truth went unspoken. While there were many times I felt I was a failure, there were times I also felt that there was still a ray of hope.
I'm not really much of a conversationalist. I've been accused of being terribly introverted and socializing is clearly not "my thing". I think many people would relate to what I'm saying. I know it might sound stupid, but it's really hard for me to go up to someone and just say "Hey! What's up?", unless I've known the person for a considerably long time.
But it's strange that one day, you're so worried about it and the next day, you'll be like, "Who gives a shit?".
At times, I used to get jealous of people who I call my best friends. The ease with which they talk, or make conversations, even though they're the most silliest ones, everything used to make me feel, I don't know, insignificant, sort of. Like nothing else could ever make you feel so bad.
But then, feelings like that come and go and you realize that life's not about who you're friends with or how many friends you have on Facebook.
It's about being grateful for the friends you have. The friends who don't care what kind of clothes you wear or where you shop; friends who care about what you think of yourself and not what other people think of you. Those are the kind of people who are worth sticking with.
I know that worrying won't really get me anywhere. SO, I guess I should stop trying so hard to "fit in".
Like Chris Martin said, "I don't mind not being cool".