A lonely thought?

I don't need friends to survive.  I don't depend on them.  I depend on myself and my music and my books.  I don't go to them when I'm upset.  I've never had to be the shoulder for my best friend to cry on.  Instead, she went to someone else.  I don't miss my best friend.  I try to maintain a friendship because I know it's what I should want and I know I should miss how it USED to be. 

So now I'm going to bed with this thought.  Not lonely as I should be, but instead with a strange sense of independence and sorrow.