Definition of Life and Memories.

Friends, what are they for?

I fell in love, and I got fooled every time in love.

I care for friends, and I got pranked and fooled. Fuck, is friends really that important? I never get tired from placate, console, and advice my friends and yet I got played again and again.

I share my secrets; I entrusted my friends. And I never get to salvage back one of my friends who held my secrets.

I have given out too much care and love for friends, and I have received twice the torment. What I thought friends are the foundation of my life, I thought wrong. Even my so called “true friend”, had got to by back and bludgeoned me to death without a question of mercy.

There was once I unleashed my inner anger and got irate, I thought of avenging every single fault the so called “friends” have done to me, but then again those hypocrite made a sudden facelift and placate me. Sir, I am not born to be dominated, I am kind but not a fool.