alone

i feel like i have no one to talk to about my stuff.

it's not a fun feeling.

i feel like i'm not who i used to be and i'm drifting away.

"u ok?" he asks.

i say i'm fine - and inside i'm just the tiniest bit happy that at least somebody, albeit a friend i rarely see and often altogether avoid, bothered to ask.  

"at least somebody bothered to be bothered", I think, and then all of a sudden all my thoughts are spewing out in line after line of instant messenger for him to read and comment on.  

Peculiar how random friends I rarely see are sometimes the ones I feel closest too.