Why don’t I talk to neighbors?

There was only one period of my life when I talked to neighbors. I was a kid, and we had neighbors named Valerie and I forgot the other one. They were the only neighbors that I played with. After that, whenever my mom would encourage me to play with the neighbors, I would say, Ma, I don’t have to befriend the world. I still don’t talk to my neighbors these days, and now I’m wondering why.

Maybe it’s because we always move houses that’s why I didn’t want to get attached to my neighbors. Maybe I have abandonment issues because our maids would always leave or it’s like connected to not having a father. Ganon? Ang deep naman. Baka snub lang ako.

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