I always thought it was hard for me to find a friend who would always be there for me 24/7. I still have a hard time finding that person. However, whenever I find someone who could be my friend, as temporary as that friend may be, it gives a certain sort of comfort to myself, knowing that there is this person I could hang out with, talk to, chill with, have fun with, laugh at, irritate…

But there will always be a day, whether that day would come sooner or later, that this friend could just slowly pull back, keep things, hold back, draw away, drift away, disappear…

And that always suck. Because I am always that receiving end of this endless feeling called Hurt.