I wonder what the reason is
That I don’t have many friends
I’ve never had many friends
I have these fleeting people
Many fleeting people
I’ve had one friend for many years
Then three friends for a few years
Then one friend for a bit
I miss my friends from Japan
I wish that distance didn’t make those relationships so…distant
I always wonder if my Japanese self is actually more desirable than my Canadian self but
It could just be this disgusting pervasive whiteness that follows me around
My insides are so different from my outsides
So different that the insides are swallowed up as the outside operates.
This is not in a
I hate the world and all the people and I’m just pretending to me nice
Way
But in a
I force myself to be happy here to spite whatever put me in this glitchy human suit.
There’s a smile on my face but I am in a world of pain
I look like I’m doing just fine walking down the street when every movement is incapsulated by how much pain I’m in
Way
I don’t think showing my insides would make me any more desirable
Wantable
Needable
Do these other humans surrounded in humans have something I’m missing?
What am I doing wrong?
Besides greed and selfishness and whatever happened with my friend from highschool
And I’m not the greedy one
I cannot judge myself on selfishness
Where am I slipping behind everyone else
Why am I so alone?
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