friendship ver.2.0
I may be a bit of an overthinker that it stresses me out but this I have to say… As I evaluate myself, I realized I do so much for people. I care so much about what others would say, feel so much about their pains and think so much for their convenience--- at the expense of my own. While I am taught to be considerate, I am also pushed to love myself more. People who know me know that I do reach out. I start conversations, I keep it burning by telling jokes. I am animated when I speak, I listen well to the point of being inquisitive. That’s just me. As time goes by, I question myself. Does it make me a better person? Does it add to my value as a human person? Does it compel me to be real or am I just doing it to be liked and loved? I am brought to a level of thinking whether my friends would still like me if I do not do so much for them. I am brought to a level of thinking where I seem to question, what it takes for me to be their friend. I used to say t