This is a post about friendship, fake friends and all that s$*#
I used to have a best friend, or at least that’s what I thought. She was there for me whenever it suits her. If there was not in her interest, she just vanished.
So, this is for you, dear “best friend”. Please don’t forget that, even now, when I know exactly how you are, if you’ll ever call me in the middle of the night, crying, I’ll run to you. But, on a second thought, you know what?! You can fuck yourself!










