BEING AN ADULT SUCKS
yes, and i have to simply capslockin' that because it is what it is.
it's 2 AM here and i just got a call from an old good pal of mine and she was panicking over some stupid Instagram stalking that she accidently liked, and she's been screaming for the last two hours about it.
Fun call, and we somehow ended up talking about how being an adult sucks.
I come to realized that why adultery habits become unlikely themselves, and turned into more childish acts.
Why?
because they have so much pressures with their duties and responsibilities, and they need a way out to make themselves alive again.
And she brightly answered, "good thing we have good friends"
Hmm....
Good friends....
I instantly responded that i do not have much of "Good Friends".
My definition of a Good Friends is someone you know long enough that both of you know each other very well to the core, until you know how to cheer each other up and down times, or simply acting crazy like no one could.
Yet again, like i have said before, i have less of those.
It is true though,
A good friend is always handy.
They always become a part of your essential core to your life that will keep you steady and ready, an extension family member, perhaps.
Im not gonna blabber much, just one thing,
embrace whoever you have in your life.
Even if its your nemesis.
You have no idea what theyre going through, and as long you always try to be a good friend or as simple as company to anyone you may have meet, good things will come.
Goodnight.
