A lot of people have cut themselves out of my life lately. In the beginning, it hurt. But I didn’t have to think ‘oh no, what did I do?’ nor am I trying to say they were wrong to do so. I’m saying that it happened, and I did see it coming.

I realised that the reason people are someplace today is because they weeded their lives when they needed to. Cut the bitter choking ones out when they got too much to handle.

There’s something to be said about trust and loyalty and being ‘a good friend’. And those kinds do exist, the ones that will laugh with you when you’re desperatley trying to mug dates at 1 am.

But the ones that will not catch you when you fall, that will flee at the first sight of rebellion, there’s nothing to be said about that.

I believe in differences, in being there for someone who wants to think in their own way. If we were meant to be the same, we’d be Borgs now, wouldn’t we?