Is being alone something to brag about? I don’t know.

Sometimes I consider loneliness - or, well, loneliness as in the lack of someone to love- as nothing else than the failure at building a connection that truly matters for yourself. I feel lonely, sometimes, but that’s because I can’t seem to connect with anyone in the level I wished I could. The last time I did, I made the mistake of thinking it went both sides.

I think friendships are some of the most wonderful things the world has to offer. I feel full when I’m with friends, content. Happy. I feel happy when I’m with them. I don’t need them to love me, because I know they care. I know it’s not an invention.

Sometimes, I feel like a piece of meat. I don’t feel this way with my friends, they’re my safe place. My home.

Maybe I’ll find my “special one” sooner or later, but I have love still.