"The ones you think they're not your friends anymore, simply never were". You think they were your friends, they were being support you anyway, and then they disappoint you, they judge, they're useless, they don't understand, they have simply never been your friends.
Take the best, fuck the rest ...
-People can drive us crazy-
"Je retiens toujours les insultes parce que je suis sûr qu'elles sont sincères, contrairement aux compliments."
And when a world fall apart, like everything we've done just disappear ... What other choice do we have?
"Avant de juger une personne, de juger sa vie, sa façon d'être, son comportement et son caractère; revenez en arrière, mettez-vous sur sa route, parcourez sont chemin, vivez ses erreurs, ses regrets, ses doutes, ses faux sourires, ses moments difficiles, ses faiblesses et ses blessures. Essayez de la comprendre, de traduire ces nombreux silences. Reparcourez sa vie, son passé, trébuchez là où elle a trébuché, relevez-vous fort comme elle l'a fait. Et seulement après sa vous pourrez la juger."
We don't need a thousand people to get crazy, I swear we don't. Only few of them, a few but the worst can drive us madly and undoubtedly crazy. They are worse than eventually some criminals, they can cut our head, shatter our heart, break our personality, make us wanna die, burn all our body, make our mind yelling, suggest our soul to disappear. Indeed, they are dangerous, if you cross their way I politely advice you to run away, or to break them before they shot you down. Yes, because they won't hesitate to shoot you down. If you have the sadist idea to stay, they'll consume each good part of you and it won't be any other way, no choice, no second plan, no second chance... you'll have to do with. You'll certainly put one mask of smiley face, of happy face, of nice and gentle face, pretending you're warm whereas you're already destroy, and you feel like you'll never smile again, or you couldn't be yourself anymore... It's gonna be too late, too late to reach a normal attitude level again. You'll see thousands of people in your life, and you'll smile billions of times ... but your heart will never smile again till you find the one who'll be able to make you to. I don't write this to make everybody afraid, or to scare somebody but to advice, to describe what happens in a destroyed life. You'll have to do with and not without. You'll have to seem happy, to look cheerful. It's what we call being strong. It's a quality which a lot of people give to themselves whereas they don't exactly know what it means because they never had to be. They don't know in what it consists because it's something, that only a kind of person can understand. In fact, that kind of person isn't to one who scream their scars to the world in order to rule it because they are presuming "strong" -ridiculous-. The people really strong is the people who have painful scars they hide far far away into the deepest depth of their soul, of their mind. That people know what the pain is, which effects she has, which parts of you she consumes because she always has consequences on ourselves. Words can be as knifes, they can cut us, they can break us, they can shatter us. I'm speaking about the real pain, the hard, the strong, the terrible, the present, the scary, the one who never disappear ... It's exhausting the number of people who speak about that without knowing anything about. As for me, I'm writing it perfectly knowing nobody's gonna read. But I do. Why ? I don't know. For fun? Sure not! I'm definitely not that kind of girl who write on something they pretend to know. Should I find a goal to my sudden envy to write? I probably should have supposed something. But I won't let anything show through! What you pretend call kindness, i'll call that weakness. And I'm not of the Weak ones. I know about what I speak when I tell "pain". And I especially know what it means to be strong.