I get really sad sometimes thinking about how social I used to be and how many people have walked in and out of my life for reasons unknown. I’m okay with the group of people I associate with now but some of the best memories I have are with people that I thought were my friends, but were really just the worst kinds of people. It makes all of those memories seem so fake. I’m just glad I figured that out when I was young so I can weed through people who will just bring me down and spend my time with genuine people. I’m glad I’m not sad anymore. I’m glad you aren’t around.