the people that surround me now

Scrolling on Reddit looking for a friend, I feel the exhaustion of trying again. It becomes harder and harder to forget all those previous failures. The ones who text me and ask to try again, but never do. The only commonality is me. 

But, nearby there are people who love me and when I’m with actual people I seem to do much better. Perhaps that’s because these are the people I’m meant to be around, not that one woman in Canada or that other woman in Canada. 

Want what you have.