Dumped.

So many people are so content with dumping things. Getting rid of memories, getting rid of people, getting rid of objects.

I'm not.

It's a flaw.

This flaw I have causes nothing but problems. As my friends get older, they become less attached to everything around them. They get rid of whatever the fuck they want, not giving a shit who they hurt or how their actions can affect the people that they once called friends.

This doesn't happen to me. But I see it happen to other people. My friends don't understand that beginnings and ends do not come hand in hand. It's not a bad thing. In fact, it's really a good thing. The ability to coast through life, not forming secure attachments, and leaving things while feeling satisfied regardless. Breaking ties without being depressed for months. It's a good thing.

It's a strength.

I form some pretty strong attachments to some of my friends. Some of the people I know. Sometimes, the people I form strong attachments to don't actually make sense. To anyone. Especially not them.

I often wish that I could affect my friends' lives even half as much as  they affect mine.