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superficial.
good friends offer a hand in times of trouble.
great friends pretend that nothing has happened but stand by with support.
good friends offer moral support.
great friends don't even have to - it's the understanding that matters.
great friends don't doubt you. they understand and trust enough to know the reasons behind your actions.
and great friends don't bring you down with their opinions. they offer their opinions and try to help to bring you up.
this just further substantiated the superficiality behind cliques.
what's with cliques anyway? just so we can get company? just so we look good in school?
but seriously what's the use of hanging out with such company when someone doesn't understand? what's the use when bonds are held together by superficial ties? what's the use when smiles can turn into frowns once a back is turned? what's the use when there's nobody to run to when you need someone to talk to, to cry into? what's the use?
those words that flew out of your mouth like a dagger piercing skindeep hurt so much just because it came from you.
so much for being understanding.
if this is just gonna be a facade of fake smiles on top of mistrust and doubts, i think i'm better off alone.
sometimes it's just too difficult to be myself.
and i don't know if i should laugh at my own stupidity or cry.
i feel like a little girl stuck in the rain.
raindrops come pelting down and the torrent get heavier by the day.
the umbrella strains under the impact of the downpour, but that's about the only thing the girl has to shelter herself from the weather elements.
the umbrella showed signs of falling apart, but her screams and shouts for help get buried in the platter of the heavy rain upon the ground.
she remains stranded in the rain, with her umbrella as her only shelter and life goes on.
group1 soared @ 22:28
xoxo