Old Scars

ImageQuality over quantity.

It’s what they always say, isn’t it? It’s what they’d usually tell you when it comes to buying clothes, shoes, gadgets, furniture, and most especially when it comes to FRIENDS.

I’m quite touchy when it comes to this subject since I, for one, am not that sociable. Though I do seem to be approachable, I am quite picky when it comes to friends. And tell you what, it’ll probably happen to you too if you’ve had a first-hand experience of rejection and betrayal. It will sting at first. Believe me, it will hurt like hell. But time goes on and wounds turn into ugly scars which will forever remind you of the one event which would probably be the catalyst of change.

I have that scar.

It’s big. 

It’s hard to ignore.

It’s something that I’ve lived with for about 3 years now.

And just when I thought that things would be different, life had a funny way of reminding me that some people were just meant to teach me a hard lesson, then leave me behind — hanging on thin air.

Life’s a bitch.

I don’t need people who can only remember me when they need me for something then ignore me for the rest of the duration. Sorry, but I am not expendable and I am quite sure, that I will undoubtedly be a better person than you people would ever be. I may not have a lot of friends but I do have a few who are true to me whom I cherish. I don’t need to have a lot of people to surround me just to be stuck in an illusion that they’re all my friends when in reality they’re just glad that I’m there when they need something from me.

No, I am better than that.

And I just sincerely hope that someday, you’d grow out of your devices and wake up. Realize just what you’ve been missing on. Not from me but from the world which you had closed off in favor of letting yourselves believe that the world does revolve around you.



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