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I have few friends. fewer still who know ME . Friends where i feel the masks i wear are unnecessary.
And yet im not sure if thats true. Is my 'true' self yet another mask?

I have never felt love. Ive had a few crushes but never anything greater. To be loved is to have someone where I can definitively say "I AM ME."

The few friends i do have are people i go to for help. to talk to about anything on my mind. But they dont come to me for the same. I fear they see me as weak; as someone incapable of sharing in their pains and sorrows.

"Pain shared, my brother, is pain not doubled but halved." - Neil Gaimen, Anansi Boys

I knows its me. I have cultivated these relationships. But are they beyond repair?
Do i look at them as past mistakes? or future problems?
who knows? (not me)