When I needed them the most, they weren't there.
When I was most vulnerable, they weren't there.
When I felt pain-staking lonliness, they weren't there.
They were never there.
My so called "friends" were never there.
All the time, money, and heart that I invested in these people meant nothing to them.
Nothing.
It's funny how as you get older, you attain this "sixth sense" about people, like sensing the bad, yet your heart feels like a kid and you can't help but want to play, love, and believe that everyone is good. And once they hurt you, it's too late. Your left in the pathetic state of sadness, but that's only temporary.
Rewards: You realize who the good people are, and who your real friends are. The people that actually love you.
As for the bad?
Tonight I stood in front of them and merely laughed.
Because in the end, we were all just here for a good time, right?
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