The belief that wavers a little each day. The belief of becoming more belittles a little more every day.

Have we been friends or without?

I changed to the second job of my life. Thought it would be simpler, in human relations, turn out it could well be me. My problem of not able to cope with true and untrue. Becoming and Being. We may be close, but sometimes, perhaps just better off, much simpler, undependable on each other. Maybe Im thinking a little too much, just maybe its my wishful thinking that we all could just be friends. 

But turns out, we are just less than that we could, or would, or just not. be. 

"There is something so amiable in the prejudices of a young mind, that one is sorry to see them give way to the reception of more general opinions."

Jane Austen