STRANGER

I've sat down a couple of times and thought to myself: "Are you happy?". I thought read hard, and found out that I'm happy yet unhappy at the same time for the (could be) similar and different reasons. Having friends and missing them and having real friends are completely different, some are constant some are not, but I'm glad I can count on many people to be there for me in my life.

You can be fake about this friendship, but in the end, you will suffer because you've realised that you turned out to be a terrible person and nobody would detest you more than yourself. So, be humble.
I have my own ways of life, and one of them does not include being fake. I treat you kindly with the sincerity from my genuine heart, it is up to you to weave a web of your own self-denial and conspiracy and lies around me, well, if you hate me that much enough to talk so much about me, I'm glad I've made a great impact in your life, so thank you for showing me your true colours as well, which is urrrrgllllyyyyy.