The summer's coming to an end, so I'm trying to enjoy it. I stopped trying to make plans just to get stood up on by my so-called friends. I stopped waiting for a text from someone who doesn't even care. I even turned off my phone. I decided that I did not need anyone to take me on walks in parks. I used to think it was impossible, but I began to think that my company is a privilege that someone will one day be grateful to have and not take it for granted, treating me like a jacket you wear only when your favourite one's in the wash. And I should be enough for myself. I should be able to enjoy the trees, and the paved paths, and the laughter of the children, and the old couples sitting together on benches all by myself.

As I walk with my thoughts I realise that maybe it's better sometimes to be your own best friend. To sit by yourself in the shade of the tree, admiring how the light of the sun reflects in the lake.

Maybe it's not a tragedy, putting yourself first. And it feels so great, dressing up in your favourite clothes just to enjoy your own company.