Is my love your drug?

What is with this human desire to escape that which makes us who we are?

Why do we turn to the external? Alcohol; drugs?

What are we trying to escape? Is our existence so dull that we need to run away from it with narcotics?

Yes it is.

While many can be content with living with what they have, others would much rather explore the world further, even if that means going into the darkest depths of their minds to see what's in there, in that locked room.

You can escape, but you can also retreat into that room that no one but you can claim ownership to. No one can really ever see what's in that room, only you. And only you have the key to open it.

Will you turn the handle?

Stolen

It's not fair.
See, I have this friend that I've known since.... grade four. We're not amazing friends, but she's pretty cool. Last summer I introduced her to this other friend of mine, from Katimavik. And now this other friend of mine is totally best friends with her, and she's friends with all his friends and blah blah... And I feel left out.
Am I QQ'ing a little much? Maybe. But I feel jealous. They always talk to each other now, plan things together and I'm just a bystander.

I haven't made a new friend in a long while. So when old ones drift away, I feel it, man. Guys totally have feelings, man.

What should I do? Okay, maybe, I'll make an effort to hang out with said person. More. And then whatever, it'll all be cool I guess.

But here is Saturday night, and I'm just drinking it away. Oh joy.

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