Depending on people is like groping around on a frigid floor in pitch black darkness, looking for something to help you up- but you never seem to find something because nothing is really there. I'm entirely fed up and exhausted by the people I surround myself with, like I'm poisoning myself by my own consent and yet I don't realize it until the damage has been done. And I think to myself, 'Why do you always do this to yourself?' I knew loneliness too well in my younger years, but I got by, and it wasn't because of wretched people, it was because of my best friend I grew up with- my dog. My freaking dog has been there far more times than I can ever count, far more times than any person could ever be or has tried to be. I will forever be a lonely person surrounded by the people I think I need but are never there. And there, when I need her most, will be my best friend.
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