our dreams are all we have

I could count my friends in this town on one hand. And have a few fingers to spare. I hate that the majority of my friends are spread out, so far away from me. Even worse, I hate that the people I would like to claim as my ‘friends’ seem to forget about me more often than not. How easily it was for our friendships to turn from something great, to talking a few times a year. I’m got really tired of being the only one putting any effort into maintaing certain friendships. Funny how fast they ceased to exist after that. It’s a funny thing, how fast everything changes. I guess it just makes me a bit sad from time to time.