This is My Psychosis
Tell me who your friends are and I’ll tell you who YOU are…
Birds of the same feather flock together [or make a good thanksgiving feast- whichever works!] However, sometimes birds have to stray from the flock and find its own adventure.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder or the eyes to wander […relative…] There’s a danger to being too used to being with the same people since there will come a time when somebody takes someone for granted -then, drama ensues.
I don’t know what I’m blogging about… I feel anxious and antsy.