Don't you hate it...

...when you're pissed off at something so petty and childish?

Well I do. Usually I'm not the type to get pissed off about the littlest things in life. But I am the type to feel left out even if I don't show it. A phone call or a write on the wall every now and then would be lovely. Every now and then an invitation to chill would be nice.

Unless you ask me to go to a club then I know you don't want me there.

I understand that I'm not that much of a social animal and to be honest, I don't like hanging with big groups where people only listen to the loudest people.

To be honest, I feel somewhat offended. Maybe, it's the telling people for the twenty millionth time I'm free everyday, call if you wanna do something. Maybe it's the boredom pounding my skull in.

My brother has told me once and this has got to be the truest words I've heard from him.

"In cases like this is where you know who is your friend and actually means it and who just are friends with you for the sake of it."

...because now I can gauge who are my real friends, which is a small number and who are just tagging for the heck of it which is quite a large number.

It's depressing. Yes reader, I have feelings.

THE END

P.S.: Speaking of real friendship, going to start Muay Thai classes with Aris on Wednesday. Feeling excited and terrified.