Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday. You have you're friends an you know it. They love you, you love them. You hate others, they hate others. You joke, they joke. You seclude yourself, they follow you. You suclude someone else, they follow you again. You anticipate, they make you a cake.

I miss my steak. The steak that complained "I have no friends" but just looks around too much. She's right next to you, just like I was. You're just looking around. You don't need to look around, the most important person to you that will stand by you forever is right next to you day and night. She just can't tell you know because she doesn't want to fight.

And yet, I may not be fully alone. I have him. But what is he compared to my "friends"? My old friends. What friends do I have now? People say you're better off having one friend then none, but what happens when you're alone? Can you be your own friend? Or do you have to depend on the only things you have around you to be your friend.

And that's when I realize, my brother didn't lay around depending on everything for enterntainment because he was scared to hang out with his semi-friends. He just didn't have anyone to hang out with.

And I didn't hang around here on my down time because I was just tired. I was tired because I had no one. I was scared to take out because I had too much to lose, but when you're by yourself sitting in a room and letting your mind run, what else do you have to do? Let you go crazy? Or maybe you just go a little more sane.

It's better to be ditched than to ditch.

Happy Birthday.