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I once heard someone say that it takes 2 years to make an "old" friend... you know, the type where you can just pop by on a Tuesday afternoon for tea, or those friends that'll drive you home from the surgeon after having your wisdom teeth pulled. Those friends that you can sit around and do absolutely nothing... and have a brilliant time doing it. It's a beautiful thing.
I have always wanted to experience this, but in my life, I have never had a friend for longer than a year and a half... most of the time it's usually about 10 months. And it's funny because it is always do to some external circumstance. I have a beautiful, yet young, friendship; and then he/she moves... or I move, to some other part of the country or the world. This has happened to every person I have been close to since I was the age of 9... and I truly wish I was exaggerating...
I just do not understand what I am supposed to do with this. Is it unnatural for me to feel so heartbroken? Now I am 26, and again I have just lost another set of young friendships. This time, it's me who has moved across the country. And I am again in a city I do not know.
I have no friends, no roots and no community... and it is one of the most embarrassing and painful things in my life. And I can tell that I am becoming afraid to make new friendships... to try again, and again, and again. I'm just so tired.
And there is no one for me to talk to about this. Lord, it scares the honeysuckle out of people if I let them see even a glimpse of how sad I am. No one wants to see this... And when people meet me they don't expect it. They feel I am funny and witty and intelligent. A great lady who knows wants she wants out of life... I do not let them see how sad and fearful I am. Instead I cry and hope that eventually this cycle will break, but I just don't know.
I have always wanted to experience this, but in my life, I have never had a friend for longer than a year and a half... most of the time it's usually about 10 months. And it's funny because it is always do to some external circumstance. I have a beautiful, yet young, friendship; and then he/she moves... or I move, to some other part of the country or the world. This has happened to every person I have been close to since I was the age of 9... and I truly wish I was exaggerating...
I just do not understand what I am supposed to do with this. Is it unnatural for me to feel so heartbroken? Now I am 26, and again I have just lost another set of young friendships. This time, it's me who has moved across the country. And I am again in a city I do not know.
I have no friends, no roots and no community... and it is one of the most embarrassing and painful things in my life. And I can tell that I am becoming afraid to make new friendships... to try again, and again, and again. I'm just so tired.
And there is no one for me to talk to about this. Lord, it scares the honeysuckle out of people if I let them see even a glimpse of how sad I am. No one wants to see this... And when people meet me they don't expect it. They feel I am funny and witty and intelligent. A great lady who knows wants she wants out of life... I do not let them see how sad and fearful I am. Instead I cry and hope that eventually this cycle will break, but I just don't know.