It gives me chills that others might be held in this vice of a concept to stick w people relatively fun. But fun is like champagne bubbles, they won't fill you up completely, neither do they strike to be th person you are. They are a mere bonus to personality, &some people really stalk that factor in friends, not me. Certain people, whom I already know for over a year now, teaches me very strange things about friendship. Th others merely surface in my figure of memory still through their appearance. They stay that way because those are th only thing they offer; money too w a little bit of awkward laughters in th middle of bumping into each other. These people who you joke around w, for th gist of boredom- they become finite to me. Ofcourse all human dies, but again, its just th physicality of being- you won't see them walking around to hug you or touch you, but they're always there spiritually. Death in friendship is different.

You want to know you're loved because of your weaknesses, not your strengths. That's how I love, atleast. You find that one soft spot in a person, find it compelling &seek to return to it like an addiction. You start to know you're accepted when your tears have dried &you're comfortable in your own skin. Its clear that th haters are your motivators.