What is friendship? Is it merely shared experiences. I thought I had a great group of friends in Hell but it turns out that as soon as the shit hits the fan these “friends” are no where to be seen. The truth is that friendship is the ultimate in fakerery or fair weather. I really alone alone in Hell. I mean, back home I have the greatest friends but those here are lip service only.
Usually I’m the social queen but when I’m not they are nowhere to be seen. I can’t believe that I was so faked out. The hardest thing is that I was their for them during their hard times but I seem to be giving more than I get. Any hint that I might need some support, they evaporate,
I’m alone basically. I’m alone in Hell