Making friends never gets any easier.


At least for me it doesn't. I was always the shy, timid one at school and college. Which, once you get to know me, is surprising. I never shut up. But I've always struggled to make friends for as long as I can remember. At least, friends that lasted.

And I can't say that it's entirely my lack of competence in the area. Sometimes it's simply down to circumstance. For example, I had the same best friend throughout secondary school. But when we left and went to college, even though we went to the same one, our courses were different and so we drifted apart.

And these things are to be expected as we grow into adult life. Things change, people change - it happens, right? But I know that I can't be the only one who finds themselves suddenly overcome with loneliness when we have the time to stop and think about it.

The past week or so, since returning home from V Festival, I've had a decent amount of time to consider everything in my life. And after having spent two days with someone I would consider a best friend, I came to realise how lonely I am at times.

Don't get me wrong, I have friends and a boyfriend I can turn to if I need to. But I've found a new element that I sometimes struggle with of the friendships I've made. Two of the people I would class as my best friends grew up in a different area than I did.

Now, this makes for a great tour guide of these areas. However, it also means that they grew up with different friends that they still remain really close to to this day. So while they're your only friends, you're just one of many of theirs. And sometimes you catch yourself being too clingy. And that's usually when the loneliness hits hardest.

I'm not suggesting this is how everyone feels of course, and it may well just be me being hormonal; but I've always said that I want to use this blog as an outlet.

Have you ever felt this way?

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