I don’t know who my friends are anymore.
Sure, I have those friends I could comfortably hang out with, but I don’t know who my real friends are. The friends who wouldn’t mind if I vented to them and respect that I wanted to keep it confidential. They’ll be there for me through thick and thin and just comfort me when I’m the most vulnerable. I just need those types of friends that would be able to help me back on my feet whenever I need it, but as of right now, I’m not sure of who those friends really are.
(Source: gadiellerin)











