One of my best friends since middle school called me today. She came back here to visit while on spring break from a university located in Antigua. In many ways we are similar - she understands my tendency to avoid social encounters, and she understands when I won't answer the phone, or return messages. For the past few years, however, I've become increasingly more reclusive, more and more isolated, more and more content to be by my lonesome. This habitual avoidance of friendship has, unsurprisingly, become a barrier to the strong friendship we once had. Even the strongest of relationships falter if uncared for: the edges fray, splinter and eventually decay. Knowing this, I still wouldn't have it any other way. This mausoleum harboring the relics of withered friendships feeds upon itself and this paralysis rendering me socially inhospitable.
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mackenzie_k:
She knows she has bad skills at communicating lol. We talked about it. I want to get a large samoan tribal kinda tattoo, over My right chest then up My shoulder then over My shoulder blade and down My right arm, its gonna be really nice, but big.
louisthunter:
You don't look sad in the pic sets you posted. And as far as your face - sad maybe, sexy definitely. 
