Good friends are hard to come by.

When I'm working and healthy, people are frequently asking me to kick it or go to a party. It was great and was a phenomenal support system. I'd have something to do almost every night. I actually felt loved and wanted.

I stopped working in May of this year, and GUESS WHAT?!?! These 'friends' dried up. I've been in contact with approximate 1/8 of the people who were inviting me to do stuff have even shot me a text. The only people who have really been in contact are my five best friends: one from Tacoma, one from high school, my cousin, and my oldest friend from elementary school, and obviously my roommate. Also, two ex-girlfriends have been keeping in contact with me. Of my work friends, only one person has stayed in consistent contact (shoutout to Pete).

It has been incredibly hard for me these past few months dealing with severe depression, anxiety, and that shoulder surgery. I have had that support system crumble and it has been incredibly difficult. I thought I could count on those people, but clearly that's not the case. Out of sight, out of mind counts for a little bit I suppose, but it hurts to know that to most people who I would call friends, I'm clearly only a friend of convenience to most of you (who won't read this). Thanks for all of your help homies.

p.s. something funny