Its funny how things are illusions. People become momentary fixtures in your life. You wake up and realize one day that everything you thought that was important, the people who you appraised to be real, and the memories you created, have all become surreal. They transform into the questionable truths you've so adamantly perceived to be true.
But where does this cycle end where you meet people you connect with, forge a "friendship" with, and make such wonderful memories, then they disappoint you and screw you over?
But come to think of it, its like every relationship with a bad breakup. Except that when you realize the illusion of friendships, you're always the last to know and you were never ready for it. I suppose life has a funny way of teaching us its lessons. But what you take from it is truly what counts. I'm not bitter even if life can be cruel with realizations. They say ignorance is bliss, and nobody ever mentioned that bliss is just an illusion---your version of what reality is. Knowing the truth is like rubbing salt on a wound and sleeping in the softest bed. It hurts like hell yet you find comfort in the fact that you're in a good place. I don't know if I want to forget those who've taught me betrayal, ostensible purposes, and hurtful words. But then again, maybe I already have.

*No Stress. Life is Good.*