true prends.

It’s only when you’re tormented that you’ll know who your real friends are. There are those genuinely concerned who sticks faithfully by your side and continuously asks for updates about your fucked up life which somehow eases the burden, but there are those who are only available when things are “hapi-hapi.” Words that are supposed to comfort you are hackneyed assurance and futile when you can’t feel the sincerity. And not that I am counting or looking for audiences to have my whines heard but when you’re way down the bottom, you cannot help but seek for even a gorge of light. I don’t set any standards or qualifications either to label you a “true friend”, instead I lay it upon my instinct. Genuineness can be felt. You’ll know whose saying stuff just for the heck of it and you’ll know who’s for real.

Me, I have loads of people I can call pals and good-time buddies but there are only a few who makes my heart skip. And right now, considering what I am going through, I’m glad there are still friends who can make me smile and laugh from the recesses of my rectum. Those who checks on me once in a while and some who even makes an effort to contact and see me despite the distance and hassle. Basta, you know who you are people. Mabalos!

sniff.sniff.

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