I have quite a lot of friends. And at some point or the other I have had reasons to believe that they all love me a lot. I know they will be there for me, do anything for me. It feels so warm. So many ppl caring for me all the time. Despite the irritating and boring person that I am.
I think I am extremely lucky to have so many really good friends. I have known very few people who have been blessed as I am.
But at the same time sometimes I feel so lonely. It feels that its all artificial, its all a pretense, even with some friends who mean the world to me.
I guess its somewhere in between and at the high moments I believe everything that happens to be glorious and at the low points I take it all down.
Shouldnt be like that.