Friend

Do not miss having friends. Just miss having people around me, because I like to observe them.
I like to be part of their little lives filled with problems - it helps me to get away a bit of my opinion and we all are always dissatisfied, no matter how serious or silly things with, because this is a human being, an eternal dissatisfied, Always looking for something without knowing what it is. I think that is what drives us and motivates us to change and not remain frozen.
I never had friends and now, looking back, I'm sure. I've always been friends with many people, but being a friend is not the same as having friends. Always heard many people, always gave a lot of advice, always wet with tears and her shoulders choked people with hugs, but never, ever had anything like that back the way I always gave. I can not complain, because people are different from each other and from me, mostly. If I do not quite understand my head, imagine other people ... And maybe that's my fate: being friends with many, but not having any friends.
Since childhood I have always been that kind of person who likes to help and advise people. Not that they did not want me to hear too - always wanted to find someone to give me the importance I give to each of them, but it never happened. And somehow, this has always been therapeutic means to me, after all, who does not feel lighter, more at peace, when you can help someone? Some people do not mind, but I can not see someone suffering and not try to do something to help. Maybe I'm just nosy, or maybe the world needs more people who care about others and do not be all the time focused on their monotonous lives.
I'm terrible at making up stories about people, but wrote numerous books with the stories of others, surely. The fiction that comes out of me is always based on real facts, I never write something totally invented. Can I improve, framing, exaggerate, dramatize, add adjectives strong, but the base is always real. And that's what I like: give life to the lives greatly exaggerated stops. Shoot everyone from coma with words, whether writing, speaking words. I think that's what a friend does, even if not the same in return. I may not have friends, but at least I can say I'm friends with someone. Few have that privilege, most secretly envious friends and fold small pieces to continue each in its proper place. I want more is each one is great in its own way, but for my part, I suppose I can not wait for anybody but i can do for me.
Maybe they are my friends just because they let me be their friend, because few things make me happier than helping someone. And is not that what friends do? They give each other little moments of happiness and personal satisfaction...?