Its funny how you are surrounded with people, people who you laugh with, crib with, spend time with, share a large part of life with, people you believe genuinely like you until you need them. That’s when you realize the myth everything was based on, like a termite-ridden wall, which only appears solid, but cant, withstand the slightest breeze. You realize other promises supersede the ones they made to you; links and relations with other people outweigh the one they share with you; and in the end you come right at the end of their priority list.

 That’s when it strikes home – you are the only person who is not foremost for anyone, well no one who is alive or healthy enough to help and THAT hurts. That hurts a lot but worse still it leaves you feeling numb, devoid of any desire to interact or associate with anyone. If you cant be there in times of need, what is the point?