I watch other people be alone, or have their one or two people and be okay. My one or two people don’t ever really tell me anything. I wish they did more. I’m not sure why I have this fixation on needed to know about other people but I pour my heart out for nothing in return. I feel like I don’t really know them. Like they’re there for me and know me well, but I have no clue who they are. I have my couple of secrets don’t get me wrong, but to be lied to for months? I get that there are reasons and people have mixed emotions about letting it out, but to find out someone was someone you didn’t know for months is mind blowing. Especially when you felt closest to them as a friend than most.