I have friends. New friends that I met 2 months ago.
There are just kids. There know nothing about this miserable life.
School boys who wanted to be pampered, wanted us to fulfill all their dreams and yet makes a lot of mistakes.
Lots of it.
I have friends. School boys. But I don't care. As long as I know they are my friends, I will always be there for them. Not for them, to take advantage on me, but to help them.
But who am I to do so? I'm nobody.
I have friends. But they had left me. But never mind. They chose to go rather than stay.
They don't deserved me as their pal. Because they can't handle me at my worst. So they don't deserve the best of me.
Many days has gone, one by one has left me behind. But I don't care. Much!
But, still in hope they would come back and realized that I do these thing for their own good. Not because I'm selfish.
But still, I'm here. With my other friends and yet, I'm still happy. Indeed. :)
My best friends, my friends and all my buddies, I love you all. :)
