People

"No man is an island."

Ponder. Ponder. Ponder.

Very true, very true. You can't live alone. Mental illness is the probable end of that woebegotten road.

But sometimes, you find that being alone is more preferable.

No one to argue with, no one to worry about, no one to fret on.
No one to tell you what to do, no one to occupy your mind.
No one to dictate your thoughts, no one to impress.
No one to disappoint.
No one to relate to.

Sometimes, being alone is a relief.

But after a while, the relief thins. You find yourself starving for people. You find yourself wishing for someone to argue with, someone to occupy your mind, someone to worry about.

I don't really fancy being cut off from other people. But.. There are just some times that I want to stay away from some people.

I get frustrated trying, just trying. So frustrated that I just give up.

Some people, you want to be friends with. Some people you think you're close with. Some people disappoint you. Disappoint you by brushing you off even though you've been friends for a good while. Disappoint you by not even trying to listen to you. Disappoint you in the fact that you think that you mean a lot more to that person than she lets on, but instead..

That's why my frustration boiled over and I stayed away from some people. But, time passes.

Even though you may not mean much to some people, they may mean much to you.

Unrequited friendship.