I wonder why I consider them friends if time and time and time again they fail me.

I realise that as people, we all stumble, we all fall, we all fail.

And I choose to still call them my friends, cause no matter their actions, I know their intent.

Even if its not a screw up, but simply a lack of courage, the principle is the same.

Pick yourself off the ground my friend.

And don't blame your friends if they're too scared of falling themselves to help you.

Still, I guess thats what separates a friend from a good friend.

Sigh.

They can't all be my good friends anyway.

......half hearted optimism ftw.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.