I am a good listener ... a good shock absorber ... a good friend. Or maybe, I am the only one who’s thinking that I really am. I don’t remember being a bad friend. All throughout the times we’re together, I always make sure that I can be the best friend they could ever have despite our differences. I love them. I love her. As much as the love I feel for my sister.

During these times, I want to ask myself where am I lacking as a friend? What did I do to make him betray me like this? To all the people who can fool me ... why...