Life can't be just full of fondant pastries and croissants.
There are instances when you just keep falling and falling and falling.
I especially hate this incessant feeling of fall. You know that it would keep going and no one would be down at the floor holding up his hands ready to catch you safely.
I always thought that once you be nice, good things would come to you, you will meet good friends. I always thought that way.
So, I came out of that fucking mean shell inside me and tried to be nice to everyone. I guess it didn't really work to my favour.
You, can be so.. frustrating you know? I tried being nice, tried getting on the neutral side. But did you see this? Did you see all these shit? Hell no.
What did you do instead? Roll your fuckin' eyes at me? Roll?
Nah, rolling your eyes at me ain't that much of a big thing.
Thinking that you were my friend WAS.
To think I thought that you were a little insecure and would never ever try to gossip about people because you know how it feels. NO SHIT, YOU HAVE NOT LEARNT YOUR LESSON.
But, I really got to thank you. A lot. Now I know who are my FRIENDS and who aren't. I'm not going to entertain you and your funny little tricks up against me anymore because once you hit me again once more,
my strings would break and i'd not be very nice after all.
And dear, that doesn't seem so far from now.
NOT.VERY.FAR.