Sunday, 17 January 2010

" FRIENDS. "

I dislike you, for trying to befriend with people who got status, wealth and good appearance.
I dislike you, for trying to act as if it is a show, a show where only good guys exists;
I dislike you, for not being yourself and act like an angel to everything;
I dislike you, for treating your friends like your chess game;
I dislike you, for judging everyone, from the top to the bottom, from the inside to the outside;
I dislike you, for showing yourself once in a blue moon;
I hate you, for making friends with some unshown motives or purposes.



Is that what friends are for? I thought friends should be someone who cares for you, who loves you for who you are and not trying to take advantage of. I thought friends should be someone who is 24/7 close to you, show his or her self when you are in need, who cares for you every detail things in your life, who worries for you, who provides a shoulder to cry on, who comforts you when you need a comforter.



But for all these years, I've met so many people like you. Weird enough, but quite a number of people like you.

People like you, only approach or talk to us in times of crisis.
People like you, only come to us when you are lonely.
People like you, only have heart- to- heart talk when you feel like you want to, like once in a bluemoon.
People like you, only approach us, like when you don't have anyone else, like we are your some sort of substitutes.
People like you, who do not acknowledge us when you have your huu-haa gugu-gaga friends around.
People like you, who acknowledge us as your OUTER layer of so called, best friends.
People like you, who is trying to build up a relationship, like a business industry, instead of love and care, like what true friends does.
People like you, who is so SELFISH. Full stop and no further elaboration.



" FRIENDS. " Yeah, people like you with the inverted comma ones.

One line for PEOPLE LIKE YOU: I had enough. So stop acting like you are one, Kiss my ass and say goodbye :)

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