Being a girl is one of the most difficult task, most especially the part were you have to fit in.for the 19years in which i have spent in my life, i have met so many people, talked to all sort of people but nobody actually gave me the feeling of ‘i can die for you at any time of the day”. recently in college i met a variety of my kind but they are not actually my kind. i joined this clique in which all they talk about is fashion, money, their enemies who stole their boyfriend or their friends boyfriend.its one thing to have your friends back its another thing for your friend who you fighting for to lie to you about the whole fight.
the story never finishes but here is just an introduction to the whole incident.
the isolated girl: I’m jealous, I’m human and i want attention. i don’t want to ever share my friends with any one, not even with my best friend. thats the fury of the world in which we leave in. do not judge me cause I’M NOT PERFECT NEITHER ARE YOU..