I watched the film Beaches tonight. Such a lovely film, so moving - cried loads. It got me thinking about friendships really. I don't seem to be able to hold onto friendships for very long. I don't really know why? I could hazzard a guess but I guess I'll never know for sure why things don't work out for the best. Circumstances change, People move on I suppose. I am such a miserable bitch to be around sometimes, I know this without having to be told - although on occasion it still has come as a shock when some people have felt the need to say it. I don't have a childhood friend I've grown up with. I didn't keep in touch with any of my school friends, a few of them have found me on Facebook from time to time, we added each other, caught up on the last ten years or so and realised we still had nothing in common so went our seperate ways again. (Total waste of time.) The friends I've made in the past and got close to, in the end I've either pissed them off, slept with them, or moaned too much, eitherway the end result is the same - they've gone out of my life. Don't get me wrong though, I do have friends, some I hold really close, I have the two most bestest friends in the world and if it wasn't for their support I probably wouldn't be here now writing this shit, but I can't help thinking when that day will come when they'll go too. I'm not gonna have Bette Midler drop everything and come running to me when I'm dying. I'm gonna die alone and I'll only have myself to blame.

Life's a beach.