It's my fault for believing in human nature.
Because I've always believed that there's a gold in everyone, and that if I treat people genuinely, people will treat me the same too.

And I was wrong to stay fixed on the same spot, thinking that everyone else would as well.

I blocked away the reception for change, I stopped accepting the fact that I'm still meeting new friends concurrently. I no longer socialised, I was no longer eager about changes.

I believed in retaining my old friends. I believed in the larger importance of maintaining old friendships rather than making new, and unstable ones. I believed that everyone'd feel the same way too.

Well, that's until today.

Today, I was slapped right in the face, and forced to face up with it.
Baby said something today.
"I don't think you have many friends. I don't think any of your friends are real."

Well, that's actually true, to a certain extent. It's pretty much what I always thought about, but never dared to face up to.

Most, if not all, of my friends aren't real.

At least, not anymore.

Well, I guess I'm really not fun enough for any one of them. Not that I aim to please all of them. So let's just limit my scope to a few of them. Perhaps I'm not fun enough, not pretty enough, not clever enough, and so, explains their hypocritical patronises about being best or good friends, and endless patronises about catching up.

Maybe I should really stop being nice. Stop driving everyone home after every date, making sure every single one of them gets home before I get home way after midnight. Stop clowning and listening to their woes. Stop making free time for them. Stop dating them out. And spend all the rest of my substantial time with me, myself, and my future.

Friendships are boguses.
Don't ever tell me anything about Friends Forever because I might just snap the hell out of you.

" 'Bestfriends' are for publicity.", he said.