at first I thought it’s so bad to go through the youth without a lot of friends (or, not at all…). Then I thought it would be even worse to spending time for friends and over sadness at the same time. It takes up too much. So instead of having to have friends and be depressed, I would just work. the last thing that comforts me the most, when there is nothing there for me anymore, is the picture of myself working hard for the things I love.
Guess however strong one is, we always need to something to rely on. Now I know why some people rely on an idea or an imaginary picture rather than physical things like an object or human.
Ideas are permanent. Physical things last for a while. Cyber things, are even worse. They are not even real in the first place.