I feel lost, a lot. But, there're some people who always remind me to come back and find the right way. I'm not really sure, what they feel about me, every time I asked for their help. Maybe that's the reason, why I've never been brave, to call someone 'best friend' or even a 'friend'. I was and am too afraid to use that call, doubting that they'll never feel the same about me. People out there see me as an extroverted and talkative person, who has a lot of friends. That's true, I have friends, yet the truth is I never really tell them about everything. I know I'm wrong, but I don't want to make them busy with me or fill their head with my problems, because I know that everyone has their own problems. I trust my friends, but I don't know, I just feel just weird to tell them everything that happened in my life. I do have some people that I used to tell everything. But, the situation changed, we walk on a different path and it just disa
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