Friends...

 I hope everyone had a great holiday!

I was going through some of the data I exported out of my Facebook account before deleting it and I stumbled on a video from 2011 that I didn't even know I posted. In the video, I was talking about how "stupid" I was and how nobody liked me at school. I said that in order for people to notice me, I would throw woodchips at myself and make people laugh.

I was surprised that even at that age, I was showing signs of depression. The way I spoke, the way I talked about myself, and how I posted that to Facebook to maybe get attention. I found it completely unbelievable.

I had friends in elementary school, but looking back on it now, I'm not sure if they were real friends or if they just thought I was funny or just felt sorry for me. I guess I'll never know. But now, it doesn't matter. I have my friends, and they mean everything to me. 

I think the whole moral of this story is that I doesn't matter how other perceive you or how many friends you have, what matters is that finding someone or even a group of people that you truly enjoy being around. It's not the number of friends you have, but its how they make you feel.