Here I go again,
not socialising,
and the reason this time,
is the small talk.

But this time,
the reason is valid,
it's reasonable enough,
at least that's what I tell myself,
at these sad moments.

Why I'm sad you ask,
and what's with the small talk?
I feel I don't get any closer to people,
and I know it sounds immature,
to stop talking altogether.

But every now and then,
these friends I love,
although are the kindest,
and make me feel so comfortable,
I feel will they really be there?

Because we have been friends,
from not too long,
not long enough to be completely selfless,
and everytime they don't have time,
I get insecure.

Sometimes they ask me,
to go to an event, or a trip,
I want to go with them
I want to make those precious memories.

But this fear of people,
and fear of judgement,
and my insecurities,
take the best of me,
and it hurts when they go without me,
although it's not their...