Much as I like having friends, I think I’m just very bad at making and keeping them.
I just can’t bring myself to put in the effort.
I’m very good at acquaintances. Just bad at friends.
Like that part of me that needs to have people around to be happy just never developed.
But there’s something there nonetheless that pops up after a while.
Like something’s missing.
And I feel a bit confused and lost until the gap closes up again for a while, one way or another.
I’m never sure if I need to do something to fix that.
Or if that’s just the way life works.