I was a fairly popular kid in school, and I had a huge friend group who used to be there for me if I wanted to hang out. We survived covid, we finished our school online, and that’s how it ended. Currently, I have three acquaintances, and we catch up every four months. It’s funny how I am left with two genuine friends who’d die for me when I used to be surrounded by at least eight people who pledged they’d be there if I needed them. And then college started. I hoped it’ll be better and I will find people who’d wanna stay. It started so beautifully, but I know that the ending will stay the same. There is just one person I run back to if I need any help, there is one girl who puts in the effort to talk to me, and the others, as usual, are having the time of their lives doing whatever it is they do. I don’t matter. My presence is equated with my absence. And so, some days I think about why most of the relationships in my life fail. Am I the problem?
