I may have tried to cover it up with cries of “oh, it’s all facebook’s fault!” but the unfortunate fact is that the post I wrote very late last night doesn’t contain much more than me being jealous of the parties/hang outs that I don’t get invited to, worsened by the fact that I had just come home from a party with dear friends when I was writing. Not a lot more to say about that. It’s not exactly an attractive feature of mine. And I don’t want to try to make it into a good thing. But it is there. I’m blessed with too many good friends and fun times to really have a reason to be upset because some of them choose to spend their time with other people. Even the ones I call my best friends. I still love them, and I’m going to believe that they love me.
It’s twenty twelve already. Time to stop caring too much.
