I was 10 when my teacher asked us to write a short story about our best friend. I looked at mine and smiled. I then wrote everything I knew about him. Once we’re done the teacher asked for volunteers to read our story out loud. My best friend went first.

I was not in his story.

Thinking about it I am never anyone’s best friend. Everyone close to me will have their own best friend to confine to. I on the other hand, rant everything out wherever possible. I never have that ONE person to share my problems or stories to. That’s why I’m always here.

Regardless, I’m blessed with friends who’ll entertain me whenever possible. However, my greediness still demand for THAT one person I can seek for when I’m in need of advice, to share exciting news with, who’ll be sad and happy for me, who I can share my feelings with.

Maybe that’s the cost of being overly friendly. You’re nice and cheerful with everyone. You’re always smiling and loud. Hence everyone thought that you must have it all together. When you are all alone in this. But that’s fine. I have me, though it’s lonely.

I’m not always lonely tho. I have lots of friends. But when a new movie comes out, when watson is on sale, a crush noticed me, I don’t have anyone specific that will cross my mind for me to share my excitement with. It’s that kind of lonely. That’s why I overexpose on Twitter.