Maybe its me

I know I have issues, I just don’t like being confronted with them.

I need friends, who are just my friends. I mean, its okay if they eventually spill into my life, but if they spend more time with J than me, then they are really not *my* friends. I guess my issue is selfishness.

I am not so concerned that J might like them more than me, more that they might like J more than me and then I don’t want them as my close friend, more as a group friend.

Gawd! I am so immature and juveinille. I know Virginia Woolf said, every woman should have a room of her own, but she should have taken it further and made it mandatory to have one friend in town, who is solely the woman’s friends

blog scream: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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