Entering my 20’s I have come to the cold, bitter realisation that I have no friends. Not one. And I don’t mean that in a teenage-angst kind of way.
Never will there be a wedding I will be invited to; never asked to be a bridesmaid, or a godmother, nor will I ever attend a baby-shower or a christening. I will never have that girl best friend, who I can talk to for hours on end, have sleepovers with and tell her anything in the world.
I will never have a pride of girls to hit the town with, or a male friend who at the end of the day, isn’t interested in having a sexual relationship.
I will have no one at my wedding, besides my small, extended family of seven people, whilst the groom’s side is bustling with old friends from high school, work, poker night; his extensive amount of family, and his father’s colleagues.
I feel that I have become socially inept; quite unable to hold even the simplest gesture of friendship before they realise this incompetence within me and leave me alone.
Gone are the days where you could pick your best friend due to you both having the same middle name, or favourite colour. I’d like to be able to blame it on growing up, but surely life can’t be this cruel.
Surely I am not the only one who feels this way?