I can't help but to think I'm going through a midlife crisis... at 22.
There are so many things that I have yet to figure out.
It really does seem as though friends become scarce when you need them the most... as if one is supposed to take on the great perils of life single-handed.
Right now I don't know if I could wear a blindfold and fall backwards into a pit of strangers and find solace in knowing that they would be there to catch me; unharmed, unscathed, unbruised.
Where is the trust?