I had so many friends whom I thought was "real". I considered a lot of friends the "best" ones, but the sad part is.. they never really stayed. Just when you thought that everything is doing good and that you're having the best time of your life with them, there will come a time when you'll know who the real ones are and I can say.. I actually got one. YES, ONE. One person who had always been patient with me, that person who always had to put up with me no matter how annoying I was, that person who would tell me things that would actually open my eyes to reality and I hated that, that one person who would always help me put my sht back together when I'm all broken. I hated how reality actually ruins everything I wanted to happen, I hated how reality becomes so real that I had to get hurt, I hated how painful reality is and as far as everyone knows how painful it is, there goes my friend who would still tell me about those chances of facing them with