All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naïve. I was looking for myself and asking everyone to accept me as thier friends which I, and only I, could be ur friend. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve and have many friends. everyone else appears to have been born with: that I am nobody but myself....
Mary Joy :::asking u to be her friends with u......