Sometimes, I feel like life has treated me unfair. For some of people, it always seems so simple. They are so “fulfilled”. I couldn’t hold on to that thought any longer. But then it all comes back to one simple thought. Why would I even be giving a crap about being fulfilled and enriched with something that lasts? Some people are head over heels about looking fancy and getting all dolled so they can finally be accepted by certain groups. Self-pity. The way I see it, it’s almost like all go back together to high school. Fame, popularity and good reputation. Who actually gives a shit about what happened to you if you didn’t have any of those. You know, you won’t have that kind of attention unless you’re good looking and exceptionally smart. That’s a human nature. Everyone without even realizing that would do the same. I’ve come to thinking that picking friends is as essentially complicated as picking shoes with the right size. Friends would fade, true friends would stay all the way through the bads and goods, the ups and downs, and somewhere inbetween.