i've finally finally found someone
whom i can trust my secrets with.
right after i realised that
really, noone is worth trusting.

to hell with promises.
i don't keep mine,
so why keep yours?

it's really amusing why we keep telling ourselves
"hey, u've seen all the trash,
but it doesnt mean everything's trash!"
but really, why?
we see friends treating their friends like trash.
yes their friends, not enemies.
we've sometimes felt like we're being treated like trash.
we probably won't admit we treat friends like trash,
but we are most likely guilty of it before.
so why pretend the worst is not gonna happen to u?
the optimism in me human beings
is really...
too far-fetched.