domingo, 19 de febrero de 2012

Sense of belonging

For a long time before I went to my abroad adventure, I used to think i had friends , that i could be myself in this hypocrite superficial society that is the town where i used to live , the town where i live now.
But not long ago I realize that being a friend is not even in the same ballpark as having a friend. . .
Sad but true, being a friend , is what i used to do in very special way to every single one of the people that I recognize as my friend in that time !!! , but where they my friends at all ? Where they where the times that i needed a " friend" to talk, a shoulder to cry ??? or a smile to share !!!!
where ?
Now since that moment when i realize that i been colecting my own moments my own stuff and some people who where used to have every single thing from me . . . they are gone out of my life for good.
Maybe now there would be people who does not like the way i am now, but the people whi stays , that the people who matters the most .