What if

You never know what it feels like to enter a room full of people who whisper among themselves when you enter. It's sad to know that some of those people might even be your friends, close ones. Or so I thought.

I don't know why I even bother to change for you when the fact is the story will end as bad as when it began. When some people stepped out of my life and left, they're jerks. Those jerks. Yes them.

When people leave, I thought they were egoistic and selfish. The fact that I never receive presents from people I really thought would usually do makes me feel lonely. Worse than lonely. Am I not good enough for you or am I not a good friend? The second reason really explains a lot since it's been a long time since anyone shared a thing or two with me.

What I've been through lately, just made me realize that there's no such thing as a perfect friend. If your idea of a perfect or ideal friend is someone who tells you everything or have a nice laugh, its pretty clear that I'm not the type of friend you're looking for. All I can do is listen now. But heh, I hardly do so this days since nobody tells me anything.

People do change fast. Especially when they're turning 16 on the same year as you. And I'm not in the mood for presents this year either. If I'm so unimportant to you, then don't even bother remembering when's my Birthday.

I'm just being realistic, as always.