I am astoundingly, heart-breakingly lonely.
The idea of moving here scared me but I convinced myself it wouldn’t be difficult. Make new friends? No problem … I’ve always been so good at it before. But now I realize that I’ve never actually had to before, my friends just always came built in through boyfriends or school or work or whatever. And as it turns out, all my friendliness, my people-attracting skills, may not ever have actually existed. So I am stuck in a town where I know nobody, desperate for a friend.
I am so lonely. And I have no idea how to make friends.
And I miss my friends so much. I miss the comfort of being in the presence of people who know all my stories, all my quirks, who understand the dynamics of Margaret. I miss knowing that I can say stupid things or swear like a sailor or talk about the latest celebrity breakup without being judged. I miss inside jokes. I miss my friends.