Behind Locked Doors

I have incredible friends. I know a lot of people say it, but if you met my friends you would know just how hard it is to express how great they are. I probably don't let them know just how much they mean to me, because it is impossible.

Which is why, when some of them leave me out, I do not enjoy it. I think it must stem from a childhood inquisitiveness and a desire to be included in everything. Or maybe I am just too high maintenance. Whatever, it is a quality - or a flaw - that I will never lose: I need to know things, I need to ask questions, I expect to be kept in the picture.

Maybe it's just a bit unreasonable?