Isn’t it an irony when I am the one who keep on telling you that human are evil creatures and yet I still cried when they did me wrong? Isn’t it a stupid assumption to keep on telling myself that they cant hurt me no more because I am prepared, I had observed and I had anticipated the moment of pain to come?
The reality is an evil deed still can strike you from nowhere, leaving you wondering why they hurt you in such this cruel way and why at the first place you trusted them, you befriended them. Why you had somehow allowed them to enter your life and thus gave them a chance to hurt?
If you ask me, I think that human should come in labels. It will make life easier. Those who will stick with you till the rest of your time eventhough how many times you screwed your life and theirs, those who seems to forget you but then still ring you up to wish you birthdays, those who think that they know you but actually they dont, those who are beside you when you are on your peak and ignore you when you slipped and fall to the bottom. And the worst of all, those who pretend to be your friends who made you bought their lies into believing that they are your friends when eventually they are just waiting for the right time to knock you down to gain satisfaction from seeing you crumble into pieces.
It hurts, you know. You think you knew them, you have had good intentions, but then sadly, they eventually dont feel the same way about you.
It is a mixture of betrayal, anger, confused, hurt and a lot of other unexplainable emotions. There will be a lot of “why?” and a lot of “how could you?”. Not to mention a lot of “I thought we are friends.”
Friends.
I dont know how you define it. Maybe mine will be different from yours. But I guess all of us will arrive to a more or less the same conclusion. A person or a bunch of people who you trust, who you care, who you confide with and who you expect to do the same thing to you.
But then again, some dont understand the meaning of friends. Some dont value friendship they way I valued it. And some are just, well, plain mean. Evil devil in disguise.
And because of these, we will be hurt in ways we had never imagined before. After all, unexpected things are things that happened to you when you least expected them. Who will expect a person who you had loved can bear you so much pain?
However I do believe that pain is one of the essential elements to grow up. Your eyes need to rain in order to see the world clearly. These unpleasant experiences will help guide us to make the right choices, to trust the right person, because we will do anything to avoid from getting hurt again.
Being hurt is plain painful.
Pain.
Now, that is a word that I can’t define. Honestly I cant find a word to describe the exactly feeling I had felt.
Maybe all that I can say is, “Hey you, goodbye.”
” I never want to see you unhappy. I thought you want the same for me.” Almost Lover – A Fine Frenzy.


