What is a friend, really?

I'm independent in a lot of ways, but my emotional dependence on people is something that continues to haunt me.

I mean, youall are my friends, sure, but so what? I see very little of you nowadays.

It's sad. I haven't gone out in about two months plus.

Then again, I'm saving a lot of money, losing weight and living healthy, if you choose to look at it another way.

And I thought I was stronger. Turns out I'm still a little boy inside. Still weak.

I became addicted, and now I have to quit. Weak.

written at 11:37 p.m.