I’m 29 and after years of being too shy to talk and too weird to get anyone to listen, I have more & better friends than I ever imagined. I’m friends with my exes, friends with yr rabid dog. Still when I saw them on the bus that day, and saw her on the bus after, and read their news feeds I can’t help but thinking I just got exiled from the cool kid crowd all over again. Missing some of them, and ashamed that I ever talked about the things they talked about or cared about the things they care about, and sorry all over.