by Rayla

i have been blessed with the most amazing friends ever. they are there when i need them most and we get along as if we are all perfect sisters. unfortunately, it kills me to be around them. they are a constant reminder of success; something where i have failed. i’m happy for them, but i’m hard on myself, which everyone should be to an extent. i choose to not talk about my life when i visit them; its just an embarrassment and i’d rather not burst into tears. i tend to leave a lot of people that are close to me in the dark when it comes to how i really feel. i’ve always been like that.