I thought my life was the definition of perfection. Well in my standard, it was.
I have a perfect boyfriend who can make anyone drool by just his smile.
I have a loving best friend who support me on anything. Who's always there whenever I need him. Who treats me like I'm the most precious thing on earth.
I have friends who treat me like their own. A family. They're always there whenever I'm in trouble. Encourage me to do things that I wanted.
Scratch all that! Who am I lying to?!
My PERFECT boyfriend was actually a CHEATER.
My bestfriend who I thought LOVES me more than anything BETRAYED me.
My so called friends who I thought I can trust actually LIED to me all this time.
My perfect life was not that perfect after all. Should I kill myself just like what the bullies told me to do back when I was in high school? Naaaahhh!! I'm better than that. I can get thru this shit.
I want vengeance, I want them to feel what I felt. I want them to suffer. Yeah.. SUFFER... LIKE I DID...
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Suffer... LIKE I DID
RandomI thought I had a perfect life. Well in my definition of perfection, it was. A perfect boyfriend. A loving best friend. Surrounded by people I trusted. But just like any other cliche stories out there, my life which I thought was perfect was full of...
