He may have been a shitty boyfriend, but he was the only real friend I had. He was honest- which is something so hard to come by in people these days. Maybe honesty wasn't what I always needed to hear from him, but I can appreciate it...no matter how much it hurt. Seems like everyone kind of dies off these days, even the people you thought would be there until you did die. I've always thought I was better off alone, regardless of the fact that I'm a libra and according to that I need constant social encounters. I find that hard to believe. I'd rather be alone than in a room of liars.