Sometimes, friends don't accept you for who you are. Or, they long for days past when the posse ran amok and had fun. My friends wanted the "old me" back, the one that could party all night and play the fool at a moments notice. But I don't want to be that person anymore. People change, people move on, and we're not always the same people we were when we were young and didn't really have a care in the world.

And that's OK, there's nothing wrong with that. We all move on to better horizons with or without our "friends". In my case, I moved on without them. They live their lives, I live mine, and our paths will probably never cross again. Right now, I only have one or two close friends (who I don't see all that much) but my focus needs to be on *me* for the indeterminate future.