disappointment

some disappointment in life in inevitable

we're all just trying to survive. who're we to judge?

it's pretty amazing how i walk past someone I've met but never spoken to before but we smile and acknowledge each other. But when I walk past you, someone I'm supposed to know, it's like that. I could say that I don't care, but that'll be a lie.

I know I shouldn't expect anything, so I dont. I dont expect that anyone'll be there, that anyone'll care. I got used to being alone, to enjoying the breeze and the little things. I try to focus. Block the negativity out. Take what's good.

What does it take to be someone's friend? What does it mean to be a part of something? What counts?
What counts? What counts?