Oh Canada.

I miss her. When I talk to Carrie, she helps me put things in perspective and not the sweat the small stuff. She also not fake so she's definitely one to tell me how it is. She's one of those people who can be blunt honest without sounding like a bitch or thinking she's better than you.

We talked about our circle of friends and how everything is changing. Heading in a direction that we're both not okay with.

I don't know, there is only so much I can do on my end of the friendship, if you feel like you don't know me - then do something! It's hurtful and fucked up to make me feel like the bad guy. I've always reached out to all my friends, maybe not daily but I do make it a point.

'Friends" only seem to come to me when they break up. I'll be your shoulder, but fuck, I'm sore and what about me? I can count on a handful of people...actually the number doesn't constitute as a hand. How sad.

I hate feeling selfish and honestly, not much in my life is going on for me to whine about but even if there were, I would probably keep it inside. You know- I wouldn't want to interrupt your life.