friends are pricks.

i am not generally saying this, i guess.

all of us, i presume, would just want to have a perfect buddy- someone who could dwell on our imperfections and at the same time fathom our brilliance.

but as soon as we realize, we are stuck in this world of less ideals. we are actually incapable of augmenting or reducing our humanity.

it's sad though, coz sometimes we tend to think that one friend is IDEAL- that we can trust her more than we trust others, that we can actually believe anything that comes out of her mouth.

i have experienced this dilemma today, i thought all would turn out fine, but here i am, alone as my expectations fall ala avalanche.

i shouldn't have trusted her, a lot of times she missed on her responsibilities, but still gave her my hard-earned TRUST.

she simply blew it.

stupid, i'm sure this is.

*final touch is daniel powter's BAD DAY.*