Ever wonder

The things I do, I say, I hope someone’s keeping a record. To remind me what it is like in an ugly situation; and that taking courage and risks doesn’t equate to being brave but foolish.

Sometimes I make decisions I may regret. Like leaving people who cares for me, who loves me. Completely shutting them off because they no longer fit in my plans, in my life. For me, they lose purpose, thus I’d dispose them and replace with people who will eventually either leave me or I will leave again.

I’m glad there are yes, few people, but trustworthy who stay despite my character, being me. Real friends are hard to come by, our best guess.