Have you ever wondered that one day, one of your many good friends would turn out to be a bitch and pathetic liar?!

I didn’t.

Because when I choose my friends, I did it carefully. And once I’ve considered them as my friends, I’m opening up the real me to them. Who I am, what I do, where I lives, the naked me. And when I do that, I expect them to do the same. To be whoever they are in my presence. No lies. No hiding themselves.

But of course I wouldn’t expect them to be dead honest about themselves. I don’t want to know any detail info about them. About their birthmarks or the number printed on their pay-cheque. Or anything related to even personal stuff like the fights you had with your dad or your mom or your bloody siblings. I don’t want to know all that.

I just want to know simple things like your birth date. Like what’s your job. Where do you lives. Well, that’s it. That’s what I need to know. Oh… maybe I wanted to know what kind of men you like, so that if I know any, I might introduce u to them.

And when I found out one of my good friends is a bitch and a pathetic liar, I was surprised. I am usually very particular when picking friends.

Because to me, friends are forever.

And when they are not, when they turned out to be bitchy fat liars that they are, I just don’t fucking care.

You are in my hate list now, indefinitely.

That’s forever.

Yes, I am full of hates.