I cannot begin to describe the rage dwelling within me because of a recent fallout with someone I called my friend. I understand that what I am about to say may appear rather melancholic to many people, but it's in all honesty, the truth; what is friendship? In some cases you may believe it's what you share with someone, but is it really that when it can be broken apart and shattered before your eyes by just a few simple words? A split second can turn your world upside down, because you gave an individual the power to do so. Is that really right? If what you and that person shared was 'friendship,' would they really have been so cold as to use the power you so trustingly placed in the palm of their hand against you?
When you start to question the faith you hold in someone you so willingly refer to as a friend, the difficult realization hits that the term 'friendship' is thrown around as freely as that simple four letter word. It may be with the same person over and over again, or various amounts of people, but the problems faced rest upon a horizon too wide, or too broad rather for us simple minded humans to even dream of measuring to the point of comprehension. I suppose this is just a part of 'life' and someday we'll learn to overcome it, but for now we're stuck dealing with the backstabbing and lies high school life throws at us all on our own.
For the pleasure of calling you my friend has now ended, the memories will always remain.
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