I sometimes think that it’s nice to have friends who do not know what you’re going through. Because then you don’t have to worry about them worrying about you.
Does that make sense?
Tonight I was able to meet with my high school friends (sans the one friend who knew about my unstable emotions). I was happy to see them, And I think they’re happy to see me, too.
When I’m with them (and with other friends as well), I kind of forget about my own issues, and instead focus on theirs.
I just thought, that maybe, that’s one of the reasons why I don’t tell them what’s bothering me; what has been bothering me for the last three years and a half.
But I guess, it’s fine. That I don’t tell them anything about what I’m going through.
Who am I to wipe their smiles off their faces?
I like to think that not telling them is the right thing to do, and is the unselfish thing to do, since by not telling them, they get to stay in their bubble of happiness. They don’t get to worry about me.
And as for me?
Well, I’d be by their side. I might be suffering, and being sad for myself. But I’m happy for them. I’ll always be happy for them.