Friendship

Last time , I had to borrow other people's fingers and perhaps even their toes to count my best friends . But as time passes ... their masks slowly shatters , revealing what was hidden all this while . Thoughts running through my mind was ... everybody was really really nice , everybody was there to care and help . And now ... I have friends only my one hand could count . So far I've used up only one finger and found out that girls ain't the ones keeping me alive but instead its the guy sitting beside me lighting up a match to light up my dark world . I thank that whacko much .